The Iowa State Fair always brings the infamous Butter Cow sculpture to mind.  An enormous dairy commemorative, transient, short lived existence.  The artist able to let efforts melt away into memory.  I prefer the patina of aged bronze, enduring the ages.  Butter or Bronze, sometimes a deal breaker!

Shame on Shitcarri Richardson!  Her potty mouth, disrespect to fellow athletes, and nonstop rant lost her a large majority of fans.  Fully half of her fans though will completely support and laud her antics, crowning her as the voice of their generation.  This is the way of the world.  Her legacy has buttered either way.

Butter Cow, meh…

Bill Bowerman.  Cast for the ages.