That opening line—penned by Gary Cartwright of The Dallas Times Herald some time in the 1960s, after the Dallas Cowboys and their irrepressible quarterback Don Meredith had failed to acquit themselves well on the football field—may be the greatest ever penned by a Dallas sports writer. It is also representative of how patently unfair media and fans alike were to the quarterback who led the team from expansion woes to the threshold of greatness.
Most people my age remember Don Meredith primarily as the funny man in the booth, the one who gave Howard Cosell hell. We loved him for it. More seasoned Cowboys fans like my father-in-law Tommy Weir remember Meredith as one of the franchise’s first great offensive players.