Blackie Sherrod – arguably the best sportswriter this side of the ancient Olympic Games begun in Greece seven centuries before the birth of Christ – had a name for us. He classified us as drones and worker bees, mostly “9-to-5’ers” with little hope of ever getting ahead.He called us “The Great Unwashed.” He described the masses as they chowed down on whatever gruel the monied guys opted to shove down our throats. Sherrod figured that sports fans among the great unwashed asked few questions and gulped down whatever the TV brass doled out.We eat it, though, pretending it’s cake.This thought ...