My grandfather liked Louis L’Amour novels and John Wayne movies. He had a romantic image of the American frontier, and I remember him having a specific fixation on strong cowboy camp coffee. He was certain that these men boiled their coffee into a black tar that they then drank, and would conjure this image almost every time he was served a cup of coffee he deemed too weak.
I thought about this, stood over my French press, of a mind that this might be as close to that cowboy coffee as I’d be willing to get.
Sports have always provided a window into society at-large. What does the reaction to athletes with bionic or biochemical differences tell us about existing privilege and power? What should we expect for the future?
I’m here to ask you a question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?