Not only was he Mexico's leading literary figure (which isn't saying much) but he had completely cornered the Central American market for those cute little candy dispensers.
Time relentlessly changes all, including our heroes and the way we perceive them, and so, perhaps it's no surprise that these days, you almost never hear fans chant the familiar, sing-song cry "There's no penis hotter than ol' Enos Slaughter."
(d) August 12th, 2002