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The memory of the true champion lives on for generations after the mathematics of his achievement have been forgotten. His epitaph is not the thin type of the record book or the chestful of blackened silver trophies. It is legend. The Champ is inevitably bested. His record is broken. He dies. Or he retires in paunchy undefeatedness into the musty interior of a bar & grill, a half-interest in an oil well or the edible greenness of a southern pasture. Faster, stronger, younger, flashier pretenders...
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