James Street has died. Guys my Dad's age are tore up over the news of his passing and my heart goes out the baby boomers of the 60's who grew up worshiping guys like Street, Bobby Layne, Johnny Unitas and Mickey Mantle. Those were the days when our sports heroes were allowed to live as demigods and not get beaten down by the gotcha media and the access of the internet and tv rights. Of course Mantle was a fall down drunk and may or may not have gotten a Lewinsky in between innings. That we sorta know, but only partially and much of it's probably legend. Those were the days when guys could be human without us knowing much about it. Can you imagine if Johnny Manziel were to open a night club in Dallas and known mafioso types frequented the place today? That's exactly the scenario Joe Namath found himself in during his 20's. The point I'm getting at is that people are people and I've often laughed at older guys who have argued that ballplayers were more decent back in the day. The reality is the men of the 1960's (or 20's for that matter) were no different than ballplayers of today. They are all humans. No way Joe DiMaggio was that perfect and no way is Manziel that bad. What stinks for Johnny Football is that everything he does is recorded or rumored and most of it's probably BS. We know way too much (or think we do) about these guys today and the media has ridiculously too much access and outlet. It's funny and ironic to think that Simon and Garfunkel wrote "Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio" way back in the 60's. I'd kill to have the 60's still here. Had Paul and Art known how it would go over the next 45 years they probably would have changed the lyric to "Please don't go 1960's. It's not actually that bad." Will kids of today cry in 40 years when Manziel passes away like our Dads are today over James Street? Probably not. All of the heroes are gone for good. We've humanized these guys now and that stinks. The world was a better place when we didn't know any better.