Once, for me, nobody came anywhere close to Mo Lewis. That’s right. Mo Lewis. Former hard-hitting outside linebacker for the New York Jets. Today Mo’s retired, but, in his prime, he sure could put a lickin’ on anything dumb enough to run in his direction.

I spent many a Sunday with Mo and the Jets as a kid, I witnessed his ascent to football greatness and his descent into its loathsome counterpart — the total obscurity of professional sports retirement. No matter, I was always in Mo’s corner. Fully and unquestioningly, I was in the tank for this guy big time.