Flying last night through a very turbulent, apparently angry sky. Or possibly one that had too much chili earlier on...
As I was indulging one of my great guilty pleasures, Garden and Gun magazine, I came across a marvelous little piece by Ace Atkins, a fine Southern novelist -- even if he did play football for Auburn, that cut to the chase of what it's been like working for Sports Illustrated for a huge chunk of my adult life.
He wrote:
"Even after writing 17 novels, I inevitably encounter people at my Alabama book events with the ragged old SPORTS ILLUSTRATED cover I was on more than 20 years ago and that's what they want me to sign."
As it always is.
Of all the SI covers I've shot, these are four of my favorites mainly because the subjects were terrific.