There's a tired trope that sports columnists re-visit every November when they need to scratch something out. We tell you what we're "thankful" for in the world of sports. It's not particularly fresh, and it's typically rather self-serving, two of our favorite qualities in this profession.
Obviously, I'm writing this to preface my own "thankful" column. There's no world in which I'm above such rehashed drivel. But I also preface it this way to tell you that I struggled to actually come up with a direction for my appreciation this Thanksgiving. Actually, the answer was literally right in front of me. I just had to wander out to the Baltimore Ravens' practice facility in Owings Mills, Md., earlier this month to see it.
Leonard Edward Moore will turn 84 in November. Dec. 17 will mark the 50th anniversary of the last time he stepped on a field as a member of the Baltimore Colts. And yet, when I bumped into him at the Ravens' facility recently, my face lit up the way I did when I met him for the first time as a 12-year-old.
