ME, MYSELF, SUPERMAN, AND JAMES BOND
Aaron Hernandez is a perfect example of why you don't want your kids to look to athletes for role models?
I never understood this whole thing about athletes being role models anyway. Role models for what? Making gobs of money, hanging out in strip clubs, catching balls and swinging hickory sticks? driving imported luxury cars? Do you want your kid to be on that treadmill, exercising their bodies instead of nourishing their brains?
Why is it that people who've actually made this world a better place to live aren't put up as role models? People such as doctors, scientists, artists, writers, and scholars. What is it about an athletic bimbo who does nothing more than succeed professionally at their chosen sport that qualifies them to be someone to look up to? The chances of your kid making 40 million a year playing in the NFL or MLB are slim to none. They have a better chance of being the first Earthlings to walk around on Mars than they have picking up a paycheck from the NBA.
I didn't have any real life role models when I was a kid. My role model was Superman. If I played my cards right, I figured that someday I too could be faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. As far as I was concerned, I could be just like Superman if I practiced hard enough.
Adults tried talking me out of trying to grow up to be Superman, but I wouldn't t hear of it. I'd run down the street and leap into the air. I had a theory that if leapt into the air as many times as II could that someday I’d actually take off and fly. While other kids wore shirts with the names of their favorite baseball teams printed on them, I wore a shirt with a big "S" emblazoned on it. Kellogg's cereal's had a special promotion where if you sent in enough box tops, they'd fire off a Superman T-shirt to you. It took five weeks to get the shirt in the mail which seems like a thousand years to a kid.
As I dove into adolescence, my next role model was James Bond. When I first sat in the dark, inside the Orpheum movie theatre, and saw Sean Connery light up a cigarette while playing punto banco in Dr.No, I flipped out. From thereon in, I was convinced, and still am, that in my next incarnation I will be James Bond. There is no doubt whatsoever in my mind that I will be the British agent with all the skills and mental and physical prowess needed to succeed in the mission. I'll be dressed in a tuxedo as I depart from a launch in the Bahamas to sit down to play baccarat with Emilio Largo. I'll be transported by private jet to Auric Goldfinger's horse farm in Kentucky. I'll steal the Lektor machine from the Russian Embassy and battle against SPECTRE in Istanbul. I'll strangle Red Grant in my stateroom aboard the Oriental Express. I'll be tossed around like a rag doll by an indestructible mute Korean named Odd Job, while a timer counts to the detonation of a radioactive bomb inside the gold suppository at Fort Knox.
You might think I'm nuts but that’s okay. I am nuts. Still, I believe that whatever we want to be and to do in our next incarnation, from being a criminal defense attorney, driving Formula One cars, to screwing a silencer on the end of the barrel of a Walther PPK, that's what will happen. This life is meant to expose us to all sorts of experiences so we can determine who we want to be and what it is we want to do in our next lives.
If I were you, I'd start thinking about it right now. You never know when death will stop by to pick you up and give you a lift to your next life. If you want to find me, just look for the Aston Martin Db6 with the left and right wing machine guns in the front grill and the passenger ejector seat switch hidden beneath the top of the shift lever parked outside a casino in Monaco.