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The professional athlete in politics isn't the same as a gladiator the emperor put in the Senate, but there is enough residual, last-century snobbism in us to squirm at the play-for-pay chaps getting into high places. It's well enough to have the Throwin' Samoan open up a ribs joint, if he ever does, or Broadway Joe pitch perfume on TV, which he does all the time, but, by God, the only first team player to reach the White House was Jerry Ford, and one of the few things to be said in the Kennedy boys' favor is that none of them was good enough for the football varsity.
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