The sheet has been pulled over Sports Illustrated.
Cue the outpouring of grief from Boomers and middle-aged men who hold a special morsel of nostalgia for the analog days of mailbox appointments and magazines shoved in backpacks to scour over at the bus or at kitchen tables with friends after school – or the pre-porn everywhereness of the SI Swimsuit Issue (also, R.I.P. 1990s Supermodels who had the most All American, girl-next-door beauty bodies that didn’t destroy or distort to death girls’ self-image). Cue the retrospectives and wistful looks at past B-I-G sports moments, the icons who graced the pages, and the stories that missed the mark or those that seem quaint in light of modern athletic advances.
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