I don’t care if he’s causing accidents on the Fort Pitt Bridge, don’t let anybody ever tell you that old Myron Cope has lost any of his wit or sharpness due to his age.
Mario, you’ve got the politicians over a good-sized barrel. Reason one, they sat as silent as stone pillars while you sought an arena agreement for years. Reason two, the state Gaming Control Board, by rejecting a casino bid that would have led to an arena, rendered a decision so stupefying as to cause me to wonder: Had board member Sandy Rivers behaved similarly when he officiated NFL games, might he have led the league in calls overturned by instant replay?
Anyhow, Mario, get the deal done in Pittsburgh.
America still includes many who do the right thing. Do it, Mario, and I’ll even forgive the time you stood on a high tee at a par three and saw a runt on the green below standing over a 2-foot birdie putt. You cried out: “Cope! Choke!” As you know, I made birdie.
It’s your turn for a Pittsburgh birdie. It’s a hard one; more’s the reason you’ll be proud of it.
The Chief put it this way: “Money has never been my god — never.”
That? Is beautiful.
I heart Myron Cope. And that? Is the first time I’ve ever used heart as a verb.