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Angry With My Tailor

    All I really wanted was a simple suit, but noooooo! He had to get fancy with it. It's hard to remain incognito with an outfit like this.
    Hey, everyone. I ran across this picture we took over at Graceland (Elvis' home in Memphis), and thought it would make a good blog subject. It's hard to imagine a guy with the sort of panache that could wear this stuff and make it cool. Regardless of what is worn, massive cool comes from the inside. I'm not sure it can be trained or developed. You either have it or you don't. Elvis had it in spades.
    If I can find the rest of those photos from Graceland, I'll post a couple more of them.
      Speaking of people that I'm angry with, check this picture out. I took this picture of a display at the Pro Football Hall Of Fame about 10 years ago. The subject of the display was a time I remembered well. Here's the recipe.
    Once upon a time in a land called America, there were two professional football leagues (1966-1969). The fledgeling American Football League and the established, conservative, run all the darn time, National Football League. When it became obvious that the newcomers weren't going away, the NFL merged the two leagues and made the American Football League the American Football Conference. Well, the two conferences were not equal in number of teams so they moved three teams from the old NFL to the new conference. They were Pittsburgh, Cleveland and my Baltimore Colts. I didn't know whether I should be upset or not. They didn't actually move the teams from their cities or anything, it was just a paper shuffle. What was weird for me was that the first Super Bowl which the Colts went to (Super Bowl 3), they represented the old NFL. They played the Jets in a game that I try to forget. Then, after the realignment they went back to the big game in Super Bowl 5 as the AFC representative. They had better luck, beating the Cowboys with a last second field goal.
    The coolest thing about the Colts changing their conference was that the majority of their games would be against teams that were new to me. Pretty darn new to everybody. Teams like the Kansas City Chiefs and the San Diego Chargers. It was an exciting time to be a sports fan. More games were being televised, with moms and wives becoming concerned that men were becoming addicted to watching games. If they could only see us now, huh? Of course, a bunch of guys sitting around a table in New York or Chicago or Minnesota may fix that for us. The NFL survived playing with no face-guards, no money, no fans to speak of, but they may die from greed. Maybe they should start meeting in the confines of the Hall of Fame up in Canton Ohio. You can scarcely walk in the place and not feel the devotion of the people who built the place and the game. It gave me a feeling of being transported to another time and place. Where visions of icy stadiums swirled in my head and bundled up fans screamed and forgot about the tough streets outside. When players worked down at the butcher shop or hardware store during the off season, to make ends meet.
    Get the labor deal done, NFL.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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