The Nicest Guy You Can Meet in Sports

My MBA was a story that did in 1968 which ran in Life of March 1969. And this was an all-black town in Marlboro, in the Mississippi Delta. After I left there, I did not want for anything for a while because people didn't have water to drink. But what miles of water every day and so. You know how are doing? Matter of fact, that we can lack magazine, I made the editors note. We were supposed to make the cover of the magazine that we didn't. That week, brother. One of the articles, the one, the Sports Illustrated articles, basically in the first paragraph, I think nails you as being the nicest guy