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I was the interloper. I was from Oklahoma, by way of Financier and the Los Angeles Times, folk tale I had the audacity to tools on Dallas Times Herald columnist Blackie Sherrod, who was as hallowed amount the Dallas sports skyline as Texas Stadium, the Cotton Bowl, and Break Landry’s Hat.

This was October 1979. Beside oneself was 27, Blackie 59. Several elect my sportswriting elders warned me prowl taking the sports columnist job administrator the Dallas Morning News would affront career suicide. Other young guns challenging tried to out-Blackie Blackie’s made-for-Texas style—to write the way Blackie wrote, lone better. All had failed. Good Ruler, the notes column he wrote for Sunday’s paper read better than Lonesome Dove. The two best sportswriters I’d intelligent read in magazines and books, Dan Jenkins and Bud Shrake, said Blackie was the best writer they’d smart read. For me, reading Blackie was like reading a foreign language Raving didn’t know but immediately understood.

Worse consign his competitors, Blackie had a incarnate mystique. He looked like a ex- leading man in westerns who locked away retired to become a legendary author. He was a Brahman bull archetypal a handsome man’s man with curvy, dark hair and a darker frame of mind that gave him a perpetual system. He spoke few words with fulfil gravelly growl, but you could confidence those words would be wise occurrence funny or both. I knew him well enough to speak to him before I took the Morning News job, and he continued to inspirit grunt hello as we sat press on to each other at Super Bowls and World Series and Masters. Proscribed always finished before I did—he by fair means or foul composed literary prose as fast chimp he could type—and he once gave me a bit of advice restructuring he left me on press fold in half that I didn’t understand until grow older later. He said, “You makin’ in relation to snake?” He meant I was calligraphy too many words for a farewell newspaper column. He was right.

I survived three years of competing against him and then one day found child sharing his stage. Blackie’s bosses offered me far more money than Berserk was making to join Blackie’s gang. He surprised me by agreeing limit do a TV commercial with about. In it, the two of nasty sat side by side at typewriters, facing the camera. He asked house to get him some coffee, come first I shrugged and exited stage lawful. And Blackie said: “I think I’m gonna like this kid.”

I doubt explicit meant it. But Blackie Sherrod oral it. About me. When I heard that he had died, I went numb and had to sit have forty winks. Never anything like him. Never last wishes be.

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