And while instances of this disease are extremely uncommon, one particular strand is even more obscure: the chromosome that produces a now endangered species that is bordering on extinction. Yes, we speak of the Ginger Athlete.
You may not have ever heard of Robert Swift, but once you’ve seen him on the court you surely can’t forget. His ginger is strong. Quite strong.
“I loved the ginger! The flowing locks…it was un-be-lievable…the color…it was beau-ti-ful…” Can’t we just all love one another regardless of hair color? It’s like we’re all one people, man.
His famous father? Those memorable Wrangler Jeans ads? His new Hendrick Motorsports deal? None of it compares to the biggest story around Dale, Jr. His status as perhaps the greatest ginger NASCAR driver of all-time.
With a career 274-128 record, Pete Gillen was a pretty damn good college coach who was last seen at Virginia in 2005. Since then, the diminutive ginger-man has been one of the few red-haired presences in sports broadcasting, doing color for CSTV and generally bemoaning how he ended up where he did.” Listen, Pete. No one in this congregation cares to hear about how depressing your life is.“
Without a doubt, Jerry Jones’s favorite ginger and heir to the Cowboys throne.
White’s ‘do is like a 10 X-TREME!
The Hall of Fame Ginger? Bert Blyleven
The nasty curveballer is currently the only 3,000 career strikeout pitcher not in the Hall. We honestly don’t know all the ins-and-outs of Blyleven’s candidacy, but it seems a player who made multiple All-Star games and was consistently one of the elite pitchers in the League and came close to the 300-win mark (287) at least deserves some serious consideration. Plus, he’s ginger. How many gingers are in Cooperstown? When does the discrimination stop?
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