Boo-freaking-hoo!
Hunter Prichard
Issue date: 11/20/09 Section: Sports
These two men come in a long line of hardened, disciplined athletes like Gordie Howe, Johnny Unitas and Joe Dimaggio. They were classy, they rarely showed emotions, they never complained and they won championships by the handful.
When athletes cry, it might make them look more human. It might allow them to show emotions that they have wouldn't have been able to show otherwise. But it also brings them down a level.
I don't want my athletic idols to be like the people I know. I want them to be larger than life. I want them to be tougher than me, more disciplined then me. I could care less about emotions.
One of the most disappointing sports moments of my lifetime was watching Morrison break down during the end of that game.
If you don't remember the guy, he was the long-haired, pure-shooting, diabetic player who led the NCAA in scoring his last college season. Interesting tidbits kept coming out about his life as the season wore on: he was a hard-core fan of System of a Down, he always looked like he was playing on a combination of about four different uppers, he smoked two packs a day and he had a mustache like an amateur porn actor.
All in all, this was a man who should have taken the torch from John Stockton as the little, white guard who hustles every game. But when Morrison cried at the end of that game, he was never an effective player again. A coincidence? Probably a stretch, but it still makes me angry.
Hunter Prichard writes about sports so he can pick up girls. He once met Nate Robinson in a bathroom.
When athletes cry, it might make them look more human. It might allow them to show emotions that they have wouldn't have been able to show otherwise. But it also brings them down a level.
I don't want my athletic idols to be like the people I know. I want them to be larger than life. I want them to be tougher than me, more disciplined then me. I could care less about emotions.
One of the most disappointing sports moments of my lifetime was watching Morrison break down during the end of that game.
If you don't remember the guy, he was the long-haired, pure-shooting, diabetic player who led the NCAA in scoring his last college season. Interesting tidbits kept coming out about his life as the season wore on: he was a hard-core fan of System of a Down, he always looked like he was playing on a combination of about four different uppers, he smoked two packs a day and he had a mustache like an amateur porn actor.
All in all, this was a man who should have taken the torch from John Stockton as the little, white guard who hustles every game. But when Morrison cried at the end of that game, he was never an effective player again. A coincidence? Probably a stretch, but it still makes me angry.
Hunter Prichard writes about sports so he can pick up girls. He once met Nate Robinson in a bathroom.
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