Yeah, it's SI, known for a little flowery prose from time to time. Tough audience. They might have stoned Grantland Rice. ("It's only college football, for heaven's sake; what's with all this
"Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" hyperbole?")
Yeah, it's SI, known for a little flowery prose from time to time. Tough audience. They might have stoned Grantland Rice. ("It's only college football, for heaven's sake; what's with all this "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" hyperbole?") Heywood Hale Broun would similarly be busy ducking brickbats. Imagine a guy who'd write stuff like “He [Carl Yastrzemski] was not just hitting home runs but was in fact, accomplishing the ninth labor of Hercules, bringing a championship to Boston, a city whose previous baseball idol, Ted Williams, resembled that other Greek, Achilles, who fought a great fight but spent a lot of time sulking in his tent.”