Ralph Wiley's voice boomed through the ear piece of the telephone with authority. Not quite yelling, definitely not screaming, but loud enough that I could hold the receiver at arm's length and probably still hear him if it was across the room. He spoke with the resolve of a man who refused to be taken for granted. It was our first conversation and he wanted to be perfectly clear.
"Are you asking me to do this because I'm black? Because I'm a black man? Because I'm the Black Voice of ESPN.com?"
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