The Legend

Legends are fun. Society makes them up all the time. Sully, the pilot that landed in the Hudson...legend. Octomom, in her own right, is a legend. Susan Boyle may be the most recent legend at the time that I'm printing this. 

What kind of legend do you like? Do you like the real life one, or the fictional one? The sports one? The romantic one? The cocky one? The self-aware one? 

You don't have to be a movie buff or a voracious reader to enjoy a legendary figure or story. All you need is an active imagination. Basically, you need a pulse and that's it. 

We all dig it, I promise. We love legends. Hollywood coined one of the greatest quotes of all time. "When the legend becomes fact, print the legend." It's true. It's done every single day. 

There's the legends we are taught early...Jesse James, John Henry just to mention some names. 

There's the legends we learn through sports...Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods, Joe Montana. 

There's the legends we see on the screen...John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, Johnny Carson, Lucille Ball.

There's the legends we encounter in real life. A teacher. A friend. A co-worker. 

Radio legends. Howard Stern. Cousin Brucie. 

Music legends. John Lennon. Wilson Pickett. 

The politician legends. FDR. JFK. Nixon. Reagan. 

Then there's legends played by legends. 

The kind where every gear jammer knows his name. They swear he got ice water running in his veins, foot like lead, and nerves like steel. He's gonna go to glory riding 18 wheels. 

I am, of course, talking about a man called Bandit from Atlanta, G.A. (as forever emblazoned in our hearts and minds by Burt Reynolds - a legend). 

Scott.