Am I the only person here who greatly enjoyed the tour, the photos, the reflections, the memories--and then got to the final photo, where Rupp in the contemporary moment supplants Pre in myth and history, and thought.....nawww.? No. Not the same.
I'm not a Rupp hater. I'm a centrist in such matters: neither hater nor adorer, I appreciate what he's done.
But for better or worse, there is a huge, unbridgeable chasm between the rock star that was Pre and the hard-working, talented, but also supremely pampered Nice Guy that is Rupp.
I don't know why, but those black patches on Rupp's arms--I'm sure they're some exotic contemporary performance tweak--depressed me, and accentuated the difference between Pre and Rupp. Nike wants us to believe that the latter is the reincarnation of the former.
No. Sorry, but it ain't so.
It's the difference between Jim Morrison and Jimmy, the guy from the Zyppah commercial.