What was really unique to Cosell was that he reported sports like real news. For those of us who were around in the 60s, he stood out from the crowd like Dylan, Tolkien, or The Prisoner.
I confess, though, that what I chiefly remember of the telecast of that match was an annoying little “Anything you can do I can do better” bumper that played at every gawd-dam commercial break – Chinese Irving Berlin torture.
Cosell was the most annoying person on TV ever. That grating voice, self importance, and need to find a “controversy” to talk about rather than the actual sports event. I hated him with the passion of a thousand suns.
He would have fit well in HBO’s Real Sports. He was willing to tell the truth about sports contracts and the owners lying about injuries . He stepped on toes. He revealed the seamier side of boxing from Don King and bought off judges.
He was a wee bit arrogant, but he told it like it was. I appreciate that.
That’s understandable. Cosell’s fame peaked in the 70s. He was all over the TV then, in everything from “The Odd Couple” to Dean Martin’s roasts, to his own variety show, “Saturday Night Live” (which premiered on ABC even before NBC’s “Saturday Night”). But his popularity began to decline in the 1980s.
He was at his absolute best, however, as a boxing reporter, especially when covering Muhammad Ali.
All I know about him is a throwaway joke in Woody Allen’s Sleeper, where the scientist in the future (trying to learn about our past society) plays a clip of Cosell’s TV broadcast to the un-frozen Woody Allen character, and says (paraphrased):
Scientist: “At first we didn’t know what this was, but we have a theory. We think that when people in your society committed a horrible crime, they were forced to watch this.”
Woody: “Yes, that’s exactly what this was.”
For those who didn’t like his style, just imagine how boring his announcing would have been if he had said “Frazier goes down!” instead of “Down goes Frazier!”
Yes, we have to say it. Remember this is just a message board, no matter who posts. An unspeakable error confirmed to us by common sense - the sun has no passion, rather it has large amounts of heat. Hard to go back to the thread after that but this is just me telling it as it is.