blowhard, and a know-it-all, and sort
of a geek.But you
were our geeky blowhard know-it-all. And
when you rolled into town not long after that awful Bronx
night, a good-guy gunslinger pledging, at long last, to make us whole,
promising to “make 55,000 people from New York shut up,” few could have
predicted, despite the fact that you'd done it before, how emphatically you’d make good on your word — never mind the incredible
circumstances under which you’d labor to do so.
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One of the most bizarre phenomenons in the world of sports fandom is
the way people approach players whose careers have been marred by
frequent injuries. It's sort of like a hyena mentality: they lie in
wait so they can pick at the carcass after the kill has already gone down,
laughing all the while. (I'm just going to assume I've completely
mischaracterized how hyenas operate; please, zoologists out there,
don't bother e-mailing me as I am already acknowledging my mistake in