Sunday, September 30, 2012


James Dean: Not Forgotten

It was stunning news, even to a nine year old.

On October 1st, 1955, I was with my dad, who had driven to the drug store on an errand.  I waited in the car and, when he returned, he had a newspaper, which he dropped in my lap.  On the first page, about half way down, there was a picture of him with the story of his violent death in a car crash.  James Dean had died the day before.

I couldn’t believe it.  I had just seen him on TV about a week before.  It was an episode of the Schlitz Playhouse production called The Unlighted Road.  The lead actor was this young man, James Dean.  I thought he was really cool and I liked him right away.  Cool guys appealed to nine year olds.

The media frenzy started immediately, but seemed to reach a peak in 1956, when his movies came out.  First was Rebel Without a Cause, a film that would become the legendary symbol of teenage angst and rebellion.  He was nominated posthumously for the Best Actor award by the Motion Picture Academy of Arts and Sciences.  Later was Giant, from the best-selling novel, in which he co-starred with Elizabeth Taylor and Rock Hudson.  Looking back, it seems hard to believe how young they all were.

Weren’t we all.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012


Steve Sabol: NFL Game Winner

I’m going to miss Steve Sabol. 

He died recently at age 69 of brain cancer. He and his dad started NFL Films, which became the most enjoyable way to watch football. His films were not only highlights; they also gave great insight into the game and the people.

Two particular memories come to mind. One is the great voice and articulation of his first film narrator, John Facenda. He gave us the great quote, referring to the extremely cold playing surface in Green Bay, Wisconsin, “The frozen tundra of Lambeau Field.”

In 1970, he had Kansas City Chief head coach Hank Stram wear a microphone during a game; I think it was the Superbowl. During the game, you can hear Stram extolling his players to “matriculate the ball down the field, boys.”  I can only imagine what the players thought he meant.

Sabol played college football and was an Art History major, an interesting combination. He was an interesting man.

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