By Cecilio's Scribe on Oct 05, 2007 with Comments 2
I’m Kind of a Big Deal
Nick Saban? Small-time. Bear Bryant? Tiny man. Joe Namath? An insignificant blip on the Alabama sports radar. If there is ever a poll conducted on the most powerful individual in Alabama sports history, he has to be the winner hands down. And, frankly, he needs to start hitting those “most influential people” in sports lists. Top 100 ? Puh-leeze. Not only should he be among those listed, but he should be creeping toward the top half.
No? OK, what about our cherubic Southern friend? His name is Dr. James Andrews. Ring any bells? I’m guessing yes. Hell, you probably even know his middle initial. How many people in sports can you say that about? Considering that Dr. Andrews pulls more pub and top athletes than Alyssa Milano, and has probably operated or consulted half the athletes on the top 100 list you think maybe he’d get some respect on the ‘ole Biz Week listing. But, alas, it was not to be.
Regardless, we at The Legend would like to recognize the Doc as one of the most powerful men in all of sports. Apparently, he has X-Ray vision and can perform miracles a la Mr. Miyagi. Why the timing for this post? Frankly, we could put it up almost every week and make a connection to some well-known pitcher, QB, shot putter, pole vaulter, gymnast, power forward or goaltender going to see the famed doc. This week it was Alex Smith.
After injuring his shoulder early reports were that Smith would potentially be out for the season. However, the 49ers and Smith sought a second opinion from – shocker – Dr. J. As if there was any doubt, the good doctor helped allay fears and confirmed that no surgery would be required and Smith might be throwing as early as mid-month. Problem solved.
The folks at Bud Light should dedicate one of those “Real Men of Genius” commercials to him. Until then, here’s to you Mr. Come-to-Me-Famous Athlete-and-I’ll-Repair-Your-Rotator Cuff in 30 Minutes-Guy.
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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.