They Let Us Eat Cake…

Blackie Sherrod—arguably the best sportswriter this side of the ancient Olympic Games begun in Greece seven centuries before the birth of Christ—had a name for us. He classified us as drones and worker bees, mostly “9-to-5’ers” with little hope of ever getting ahead. He called us “The Great Unwashed.” He described the masses as they chowed down on whatever gruel the monied guys opted to shove…