"Not the GOAT," gasps a doorman as Simone Biles walks past him.
It's a colder-than-usual early November afternoon and I'm trailing behind her as we're walking down an Upper East Side street toward Central Park. She's a Texas girl through and through, but she's found the stride of a seasoned New Yorker with ease. Still, you'd think that in the dizzying weekday dance of daily commuters dodging tourists to grab sad midday lunches that one might not notice a 4-foot-8-inch woman in the midst of it all. But when there's greatness among you, it hardly ever needs an announcement.
As we make our way through Manhattan, the casual awe from onlookers tags along like it's our third wheel. She is, of course, used to this, so she hardly seems to notice.
Make no mistake—she knows exactly who she is. |
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