Paul Newman died at age 83. I knew he was sick, but the news still ruined my day because Newman was one of the few people on earth I can honestly say I admired. I saw a lot of his movies over the years, and his name in the credits usually meant a movie would be worth seeing. In addition to his film career, I admired his political convictions, his enduring marriage, and his willingness to put his money where his mouth was. I even like his marinara and spaghetti sauces. In today's world it's difficult to find somebody who has it all so to speak, but Newman came close to being the total package, a guy who could walk it as well as he talked it.
Now that Paul Newman's gone, they'll have to bury a bunch of bad guys to get the score in this game back to a tie.
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