Let us bow our heads one final time — not in prayer, since you know that is not what I am about, but in respect, to again mark the passing of a giant, a man whose like we shall never see again.
The career of Patrick Swayze taught us that high school football players were superior to highly trained communist soldiers in the art of hand-to-hand combat, and that even a lowly bar bouncer can attain nationwide celebrity if he takes enough pride in his work. Swayze taught us that grace need not detract from toughness (not much, anyway), that no reaction to seeing Sam Elliot dead with a big-ass knife in his chest can be too overwrought, and that there is no such thing as hair that is too big. Finally, he taught us the sad lesson that no one in our mortal world is too beautiful to die.
Crying time is over. Now, we celebrate the man . . . the myth . . . the legend. Help me honor the dead by taking a look at my humble nomination for Swayze-est Swayze Moment: the Dalton vs. Jimmy lakeside fight scene from Road House.