Myron Cope - Reflections
I've been around long enough to remember Myron Cope as an accomplished sports writer, which he was long before he started his broadcasting gig. His "schtick" as the color guy on Steeler radio broadcasts and his many activities related to that role, was amusing most of the time, but sometimes he made a complete fool of himself and I was embarassed for him. But he was smart and I thought he generally knew what he was talking about.
When he retired from broadcasting, he said he had told his good friend, Joe Gordon, to let him know if Joe ever thought he was "losing it." Joe told him he was, and Myron retired.
I and many others could also have told Myron he was losing it. His commentary during his last season with the Steelers was a mess. A few months after his retirement, when he was inducted into the broadcast Hall of Fame, his acceptance speech was rambling and incoherent. He had to be coaxed to leave the podium. It was sad. He had ceased to be Myron Cope.
So, here's the question - who are you when you're no longer you?
My mother stopped being her a long time before she died. She became some woman who used to be my mother, but who no longer knew me, who no longer talked to me and who no longer cared about me, or herself or anything else.
I guess its a good thing that the guy who used to be Myron Cope didn't live too long after he began to not be Myron Cope.
When he retired from broadcasting, he said he had told his good friend, Joe Gordon, to let him know if Joe ever thought he was "losing it." Joe told him he was, and Myron retired.
I and many others could also have told Myron he was losing it. His commentary during his last season with the Steelers was a mess. A few months after his retirement, when he was inducted into the broadcast Hall of Fame, his acceptance speech was rambling and incoherent. He had to be coaxed to leave the podium. It was sad. He had ceased to be Myron Cope.
So, here's the question - who are you when you're no longer you?
My mother stopped being her a long time before she died. She became some woman who used to be my mother, but who no longer knew me, who no longer talked to me and who no longer cared about me, or herself or anything else.
I guess its a good thing that the guy who used to be Myron Cope didn't live too long after he began to not be Myron Cope.

