i wrote the following essay a few years back, when i had a column on the popmatters website. the essay never got put up there, partly due to the fact that the editor believed that comparing a sporting icon to a poet was ridiculous (which was the point, mind you), and also because i wasn't fitting in with the site. good site, good people, not for me. eventually, with the essay lying around and doing nothing, i shunted it off to a russell b farr's zine, no award, where he printed it, and felt moved enough to add his own editorial comment at the bottom as to the fact that he disagreed entirely with it, and thought the essay one of the most naive things he had ever seen.
it just makes me like this little essay even more, really.