A lot of this started with Shakespeare. You know, this Roman
thing...! The many tales about its mighty empire, emperors, courtesans,
slaves, and especially gladiators. Their trained warriors have become
synonymous with the idea of cunning and power; with today's NFL warriors
their modern counterpart
Men -- young and old, strong and weak
-- love to identify themselves with our helmeted gods of the turf. Not
only for their animal prowess, but surely for their imagined bedroom
prowess. Women too harbor their own private images of the burly sex
gods. And now -- drumroll! -- the NFL is turning on every klieg light
and marquee they can as they glamorize their prized beasts of glory for
television.
This year it all starts in New York's fabled
showplace, Radio City Music Hall, where the NFL draft picks will be
paraded while thousands of viewers breathlessly watch. So showy is this
event, it made this morning's front cover of the New York Times where
beefy 350-pounders are shown being custom-fit in tailored suits for the
runway.
Someone, somewhere, please give me a break!
American
males have a passel of people we love and honor. Cowboys
...astronauts...firefighters... Seals ...Cary Grant....Clint Eastwood.
But we love them as they are. In their own skin. That's all part of the
vicarious thrill. However, now the flamboyant members of the Hollywood
myth-makers are getting into the act. Tailors, hair dressers, a dab of
makeup for the cameras, and -- to be sure! -- their very own contract
lawyers.
Personally I can't picture Jesse James in a three-piece
Boston suit. Or John Glenn on Dancing With The Stars. Oh but wait....!
This is only April.
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