The Greatest is a brilliant argument with no ending

Do poetry lovers pout and rage and pit W.H. Auden against John Keats? Is there such a thing as The Best in verse? Do violin folk loudly mock their buddies as musically illiterate if they put Itzhak Pearlman and Yehudi Menuhin in the incorrect order of merit?

Sports fans will tell you we do this constantly. At any given time we can offer you a brilliantly judged, unabashed, biased, unarguable opinion on the Greatest in anything. In the basketball air, on clay, behind a wheel, in water. If you disagree we will pity you.