By: David Lamm
I cringe when pro athletes are referred to as kids. I do, however, realize there are exceptions – and it has nothing to do with age.
Antonio Brown, for instance, is a perfect example of who I’m talking about.
Brown is 30 and one of the best wide receivers in the NFL. He’s been recognized as an All-Pro many times; he and his quarterback, Ben Roethlisberger, are one of the greatest pitch-and-catch duos in league history. He’s made millions of dollars and his team has been in the playoff 6 of his 9 years as a Steeler. He’s already a lock for the Hall of Fame.
And his lack of maturity is off the charts.
Brown wants to leave the Steelers for reasons including that he wasn’t named team MVP, Roethlisberger hollered at him on the sideline and his GM defended the QB as the team leader.
In other words, Brown’s feelings were hurt. Does Antonio need a safe place?
Every team could use his skill, but who wants to take a spoiled kid?
I love lists. Lists of anything.
Best places to live. Greatest Italians restaurants. Greatest players ever (pick your sport).
You name it, I’ll read it.
So, you can imagine my excitement when my new Sports Illustrated arrived, and right there on the cover, at the top, there it was: The MLB Top 100.
I tore through the magazine like I use to do with the Sears catalog when it arrived 6 weeks before Christmas.
Mike Trout, No. 1. No surprise. That’s universally accepted.
But then . . . where’s Harper (20)? . . . where Machado (13)? . . . where’s Kershaw (27)?
Boston’s Mookie Betts was No. 2 and I agree with that.
Then I started learning a lot. Washington’s Max Scherzer No. 3, Cleveland’s Francisco Lindor and Jose Ramirez Nos. 4 and 5.
Ah, I was in heaven for the next hour.