Today, you are a man.
When he was but a little tyke kicking a makeshift ball up and down the streets of Dakar, Senegal, lil' Patrick Vieira might not have envisioned even a fraction of what was to come.
But honestly, considering all the individual honors and the global philanthropic efforts and the Invincibles and winning the World Cup and Euro 2000 and the boatload of league titles etched on the man's CV, it's hard to imagine that New York City FC's head coach is only 40 years of age. When I first met up with him last summer in Manhattan, his massive right hand so totally enveloped mine that he seemed like some kind of supernatural cosmic entity, a la Galactus, for whom "age" was an irrelevant cultural construct of lesser beings.