I was at Pepperdine University for a three day water polo tournament. On the last day, during final competitions, in the middle of our game, Hollywood invaded the pool deck. Battle of the Stars, or some tripe made for TV. It was a tide of camera men and technicians, Hollywood stars with entourage, sports reporters, and other human effluence washed ashore.
They completely ignored us, as if we were invisible. As if a serious competition wasn't happening. Several actors jumped into the pool and disrupted the game. A timeout was called. Discussion amongst the coaches and referees ensued. It was agreed that the game and the tournament was over. Not finished, but over.
Scrawny little Farrah Fawcett and assorted bimbos were there. Tough guy Robert Blake began ordering the water polo players off the deck. It was chaos, stupid, and a source of amusement that these people take themselves serious.
One man did take himself serious, very serious. And he commanded respect. His name was Howard Cosell. Quiet and reserved, yet a large presence. He didn't shout or lord over his staff. When it was air time, when the camera was on him, his entire personna snapped into sharp focus. Affable, soft spoken, unhurried; then, transformed into a rigid all business stature.
He was interviewing Robert Blake on live TV. The joker on our team decided to take a running leap to fly through the air behind Cosell on live TV. The deed was done. Howard quietly told the camera crew to switch to a different scene.
Once assured the camera was off him, Howard launched into a dressing down of the culprit as fierce as a battle hardened DI to a raw recruit foul up. Some expletives were heard. No one dared to interrupt. Even Robt. Blake with the Napolean complex slouched away. Mr. Cosell's every word dripped with measured restraint. Then lowering his voice, so to speak directly only to the offender, he asked for an apology. Quickly given, he then extended his hand to shake hands. Astonishing to witness. Here, a man among men.
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3 matches my feelings.
ReplyDeleteEven after admitting he was stupid Newsom still doesn't understand what that means
ReplyDeleteand i can still remember Howard Cosell from his time on ABC sports
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ReplyDeleteI was at Pepperdine University for a three day water polo tournament. On the last day, during final competitions, in the middle of our game, Hollywood invaded the pool deck. Battle of the Stars, or some tripe made for TV. It was a tide of camera men and technicians, Hollywood stars with entourage, sports reporters, and other human effluence washed ashore.
ReplyDeleteThey completely ignored us, as if we were invisible. As if a serious competition wasn't happening. Several actors jumped into the pool and disrupted the game. A timeout was called. Discussion amongst the coaches and referees ensued. It was agreed that the game and the tournament was over. Not finished, but over.
Scrawny little Farrah Fawcett and assorted bimbos were there. Tough guy Robert Blake began ordering the water polo players off the deck. It was chaos, stupid, and a source of amusement that these people take themselves serious.
One man did take himself serious, very serious. And he commanded respect. His name was Howard Cosell. Quiet and reserved, yet a large presence. He didn't shout or lord over his staff. When it was air time, when the camera was on him, his entire personna snapped into sharp focus. Affable, soft spoken, unhurried; then, transformed into a rigid all business stature.
He was interviewing Robert Blake on live TV. The joker on our team decided to take a running leap to fly through the air behind Cosell on live TV. The deed was done. Howard quietly told the camera crew to switch to a different scene.
Once assured the camera was off him, Howard launched into a dressing down of the culprit as fierce as a battle hardened DI to a raw recruit foul up. Some expletives were heard. No one dared to interrupt. Even Robt. Blake with the Napolean complex slouched away. Mr. Cosell's every word dripped with measured restraint. Then lowering his voice, so to speak directly only to the offender, he asked for an apology. Quickly given, he then extended his hand to shake hands. Astonishing to witness. Here, a man among men.
#3&4. Someone's gotta talk to the parents of that kid down the street. You know, the one with the stuffed tiger. That kid is WEIRD!
ReplyDeleteThey are aware and did what loving parents do. They tried to get him help.
DeleteThey took him to see Lucy. Paid her a dollar for twenty sessions.