Last Saturday, the finest event in sports came to Tampa’s Raymond James Stadium for an unforgettable night of competition, pageantry, and triumph. The world’s trials and tribulations were put on hold at exactly 7:30pm, when the lights were lowered, the crowd tore its teeth out with anticipation, and the grumble of the competitors’ guts grew into an eardrum-splitting frenzy not heard since that one time Mt. Olympus exploded and buried all those people in red-hot liquid diamonds. MONSTER JAM HAD BEGUN.
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Most lottery winners say something to the effect of “…the money won’t change me,” or “I’m still on a budget”. But what most lottery winners don’t anticipate is that though they may not change themselves, others may change them. And if there were no others to begin with, there will be soon enough. Abraham Shakespeare claims to have given the last three dollars in his wallet to a homeless man just minutes before his winning lottery numbers were called. On Thursday, his remains were excavated from a shallow grave under a concrete slab behind a rural Plant City building. This is a true story of envy, greed, murder, and circumstances that seem to be straight out of a Norman Mailer novel. This is the strange fate of Abraham Shakespeare.
Photo: Shakespeare’s mug shot (AP)
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