Mine is easy. The coolest man ever, Bjorn Borg. I was a budding tennis player and we share the same birthday.
Plus, how can you not love the guy? Look at this photo - taking time out of his busy schedule at the US Open to visit with a local special needs fan.
A classy outfielder and a crazy QB. Just something about each made me a huge fan.
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Class act all the way.
I'm still growing up.
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Of course, in those days everyone played with the body that god gave him.
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNgay-Vrq6o&t=177s
When we were kids, Gale Sayers is who we talked about the most. Pure art.
And, he is the perfect example of why I loved the NFL product back then.
Today, I have fleeting interest in watching the way the game is played -- where running backs are widgets -- scatback bumper cars that resemble electric football with the speed turned all the way up.
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"Never get married in the morning, because you never know who you'll meet that night."
Link: https://www.profootballhof.com/news/hornung-s-176-points/
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Bo Jackson #2, but not close.
Ricky Fowler May be the luckiest man in the world. Hasn’t won a Major and goes home every night to Allison. Plus he makes a fortune on sponsorships. Not bad Ricky.
Link: https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https://cdn.tiebreaker.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/the-photo-1.jpg&imgrefurl=https://www.tiebreaker.com/young-pole-vault-star-almost-ends-allison-stokke/&docid=phfDj2ibrIugiM&tbnid=jgnRQA4zi-bbnM:&vet=1&w=600&h=865&
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