Word: merediths
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...Philadelphia Eagles' Billy Walik caught a Giant punt and broke loose for a 45-yd. runback. ABC-TV Commentator Howard Cosell spoke up in his distinctive nasal twang: "While we were walking up to the booth tonight, my colleague, Dandy Don Meredith, said: 'Howard, you watch, Walik is going to break a punt tonight.' " To which Colleague Meredith cheerfully replied: "Now, Hahrd, Ah didn't say that. But if you say Ah said it, Ah'll stick with it." Pause. "Hahrd, why do you always do that to me?" The gang in the press...
...Meredith's Texas drawl and bucolic quips sound as if they belong on one of ABC Monday Night Football's competitors, Mayberry R.F.D. Which makes them a highly effective counterpoint to Cosell's rasping New York pedantry. As Meredith told TIME'S Mark Goodman last week, "If Cosell says, 'They have a paucity of plays, I may say something like, 'If you mean they ain't got a whole bunch, you're right.' " As a result, the Don and Howard Show has become so entertaining that at times it comes close...
Raucous Fans. A former star quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys, Meredith, 32, does not disguise his partiality to either the Cowboys or quarterbacks. During the Eagle-Giant game Meredith had to take over in the second half, when Cosell, flu-ridden and well fortified against chill, threw up on Dandy Don's black cowboy boots and had to leave the frigid press box. There was no question that a quarterback was at the mike late in the second half, when quarterbacks Fran Tarkenton of the Giants and Norm Snead of the Eagles punched over for touchdowns. "When...
...took Meredith the better part of his life to catch on. Nevertheless, by the time of his death-May 18, 1909-he had come to a glorious Victorian sunset as the Sage of Box Hill. Almost stone-deaf, looking, in Virginia Woolf's phrase, like a ruined bust of Euripides, Meredith held court. When no one else was around, he talked to his dogs. In art, as in life, he was a nonstop talker, and it is the rhetorical, aphoristic Meredithian grand manner that finally puts off today's readers. Reading Meredith in quantity, Pritchett concedes, is like...
...Meredith's case, the style was truly the reflection of the man. For all his sermons against the sin of pride, he was an egoist writing about egoism. Thus the modern reader of his books is nearly suffocated by the presence of Mine Host, nudging, lecturing, possessed, as the novelist himself confessed, by the "cursed desire to show the reason." Nonetheless, it was Meredith's "splendid vanity," concludes Pritchett, that gave him the strength to put his contradictions on the line and struggle to resolve them. That, for Meredith, was what it meant to write a novel...