I am sure I could use much more of it than I have. For some reason, and I cannot tell you when or where I got it, but I have always felt a sense of superiority.
I’m OK, but not great-looking, despite the fact I did win 2nd place in the Cutest Boy contest at Green Acres Junior High. I’m smart, just never maximized it. I have been quite content travelling this world and living my life with a smile on my face every single day.
I was thinking of how great I was and I came up with this: I am in a very nice Armani tuxedo and of course, all lights are on me as I raise my hands to quiet the room.
“Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen for appearing here tonight at this most august occasion, to honor me, at this, my 65th consecutive Man of the Year award dinner. A cute little story on why 65 and not 66, my true age. In 1954 the rule was still in place where I was not eligible for Man of the Year, so I reluctantly settled on Baby of the Year. I would like to thank the Committee for once again deciding on me, although it had to be the easiest decision they have ever had to make. I would like to extend my congratulations to the runners-up, but once again, no one bothered to oppose me as they knew they had a snowball’s chance at best. I would like to thank me for being with me 24/7 and always having my back, and I would like to thank all those that helped make this moment possible, however, there really wasn’t anyone more important than myself in my own development, so “thank me,” for once again being the awesome devastator that I am and continue to be. I won’t even feign false modesty as it is so unbecoming to me as well as being an insult to you.
So thank me once again for showing up here tonight to allow you all to lay your eyes upon me.
Travel safely and be sure to grab your Gucci Goodie Bag on your way out.”
Crazy shit like this has populated my gourd from time to time so no wonder Karen thinks I am fucked up.
I like my heroes with some swagger.
Quiet and humble is fine, but I am way more Cassius Clay than Sonny Liston any day. I love showmanship (not ham acting) in my sports heroes.
Walk the Talk.
There is something to be said for the stoic Tom Landry types, but Vince Lombardi, Hank Stram, or Pete Carroll for that matter, are all examples of outwardly emotional leaders that I gravitate towards.
Braggards who don’t back up their mouths are buffoons and blowhards, but if they do, they become superstars. I don’t care how much money he has, but Conor McGregor didn’t back up his mouth against Floyd Mayweather in his much-hyped boxing match.
He held on and didn’t get knocked out.
And dude. Learn to dance.