One of my favorite all-time football players, Texans, and all-around human beings died Sunday night.Don Meredith was more than just a damn football player, to me. He exemplified something of the Texas character that has currency. He was smart, cocky, generous, courageous, and funny as hell. He reminded me of my Dad.
At right you can see him with Coach Landry—God's original quarterback, and God's coach—and at bottom, at work, his notoriously skinny legs and spindly frame twisting and squirming to escape a viscious pass-rush. He knew, though, what a silly game football was, at best. Half the reason I care about the damn game at all is because of Joe Don. I still hurt for when they booed him, still wince from the beatings he took, and ache for the rings he never won.
I doubt he gave any of that much thought, though, after he left the game behind. He just turned to a better page, and moved on.
Goddamn...I just can't believe old Dandy is gone.
Goddamn...
You can read Galloway's column here. It's a good read.
We'll not be seeing Dandy's like again.
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