All hail the GOAT
I hate looking up people online only to discover they’re dead. Old friends are the worse, but so, too, are old athletes I remember from my youth. Old singers, the same way.
I hate looking up people online only to discover they’re dead. Old friends are the worse, but so, too, are old athletes I remember from my youth. Old singers, the same way.
The Choke. Some athletes have it and some don’t. I’m convinced the Chokers have caused heart attacks among the betting element, but there’s nobody around to connect the dots. What I need are the guys who blew a hundred grand on one of last Sunday’s NFL games because what’s his name couldn’t kick the winning field goal. See how the losing gamblers are doing. Depending on their net worth, they may still have heart burn or worse.
I remember being a kid (no aches and pains, could run forever without bothering to warm up) arguing over whether or not Roger Maris’s homerun record of 61 in 1961 should have an asterisk beside it in the record book.
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