BC-FBN-MEHTA-COLUMN:NY — sports (950 words)
He is a decrepit version of his former indestructible self, a beaten and battered prized fighter who looks sad and lost.
If you love football, you want to remember Rob Gronkowski the way that he should be remembered: Strong, powerful and leaping tall buildings in a single bound.
You want to see him crush poor saps unlucky enough to be assigned to tackle him in the open field. You want to see him chugging — and spiking — beers on a parade float. You want to witness his God-awful dance moves as he tries to pry a smile out of Lord Vader on the sideline.