Who misses Myron?

on an old ass AM radio the size of 2 xbox"s

My dad would always get a kick outta myron especially if the steelers did something fantastic to Inspire Myron.
some of the most pure steeler moments of my life considering there was No NFL ticket of any sort.

The funnest part was how youd picture the game or plays in a certain Theatre of the mind and then eventually see them on local, or sports machiene or even perhaps Berman, and observe the contrast between the two

But I like “The Cleve Brownies”

He was somebody that I never met, but he always felt like he was a member of the family. The Terrible Towel, without Myron’s story behind it, would have been a short-lived gimmick. But with him, it became an enduring, internationally known symbol of a champion.

Man with a heart as big as Steeler Nation.

I got to know Myron Cope through my uncle’s relationship with Bill Hilgrove. About 9 years ago, I got to go and work a road game in KC for the Steelers and my buddy really wanted to meet Myron and I always knew what hotel the team would be staying in thanks to Bill Hilgrove. So I ask Bill when we can come see him and Myron Saturday night before the game and as usual, Bill told me they would be at the hotel Bar enjoying a cocktail before they turned in for the night. So me and my friend whose name is Garth, go down to the bar to see Bill and Myron and I introduce Garth to Bill and Myron and Myron sticks his hand out and say “Good to meet you GORDO!”

My buddy and I still crack up about that to this day. From that day, everytime we got to work a road game, I would always stop and see Myron and Bill to have a cocktail and he always referred to by buddy Garth as GORDO!

That is my favorite Myron Cope story – among many.

DOUBLE YOI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even as someone in the entertainment industry and who minored in communications, they tell you that a smooth voice and consistent delivery is key. They’d tell you Myron Cope was the antithesis of what you should aspire to be.

Well, any broadcaster who really wants to make a mark should remember how entertaining Myron was and we all remember his voice. When Myron Cope died, I felt like I lost a grandfather. I never knew the man, but he just seemed a part of the family. He was amazingly entertaining, and I do miss him on radio broadcasts.

I miss watching rookies get their first taste of Myron, and having him give them a nick-name, many of them having no clue how to handle this crazy old guy or that he was the Supreme Emperor of Steelers nation.

I also loved him going off about Orpheus Roye on Special Teams, those were great times.

Myron was great, but he was the most valued when the Steelers stunk. Nothing today can soothe that like Myron’s biting comments and heartfelt disgust. He lived and died the Steelers as we did, and it helped knowing that.

he was a fan that broadcast games, and when he was disgusted he showed it. I’m not sure many other broadcasters could have gotten away with the stuff Myron did.

was listening to a game one time, and he says: “THE STILLERS ARE GOAN THROUGH THAT DEFENSE LIKE IT’S TOILET TISSUE!!!”

The early 70s commentaries on the Sunday night Channel 4 11:00 sports segment. This was when you could see that the team was finally getting good and Myron was feeling it. I can still hear many lines from these pieces in my mind. Always remember, this was a very literate man and a strong writer.

But he is one of my all-time favorite sportswriters. Granted, I’m young enough that I only heard the very end of his broadcasting career, but his prose—in print and in the broadcast booth—is sublime. If you haven’t read his book, “Double Yoi!,” I’d recommend you head to a bookstore this week and pick it up. The Sports Illustrated Vault also has a lengthy archive of his work, which you might want to check out at some point.

For many of us in Steeler Nation, he was the only voice we ever knew. I was born in 1971, a yr before the Immaculate Reception, which could be recognized as the beginning of the 70’s Dynasty. Myron was there and we can all argue that he was just as important to the city as the team. We saw the team through his eyes and felt the excitement through his voice. My favorite times were when he got so excited, he began to spout jibberish as mere words couldn’t seem to explain what he was feeling.
 My Dad was one of the many who turned off the TV volume and turned on the radio only to hear the soothing sounds of Myron. I truly miss that harsh, sandpapery voice. Thank God for technology as Myron’s voice will live forever. More important to his legacy, the Terrible Towel will live forever.

To this day, because of Myron, whenever possible I listen to the radio play by play and turn the tv announcers down. If you never had the opportunity to hear Myron call a Steeler game, I suggest you go thru the archives and find some audio of the man. Nobody embodied the spirit of the Pittsburgh Steelers like Mr. Cope. I’m still convinced that the ‘05 Steeler team won that Super Bowl for Myron to see that one for the thumb in his last days. If he did nothing in his life but create the Terrible Towel, he’d be remembered as an icon in the city of Pittsburgh. He did that and soooooo much more. The Steelers have had many faces over the years, but it will only have one voice. Double Yoi!