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| | The Believer - The Wound and the Bow |
 | | When Cosell got back in the limo and Peggy expressed her astonishment at what she’d just seen, Cosell leaned back, took a long drag on his cigar, and said, “Pegeroo, just remember one thing: I know who I am.” Which, according to himself, was “a man of causes. |
 | | Cosell immediately responded by saying, “I didn’t know you… cared.” The way he paused before saying the word “cared,” and the pressure that he put on the word, thrilled me to the bottom of my fifteen-year-old toes. |
 | | The flattery tactic didn’t work the second time, not least because she was wrong: as Howard Cosell well knew, the athletic aesthetic always asserts that the ecstasies experienced by the body are beyond the reach of words, whereas to some cerebral people, unfortunately, the primal appeal of a warrior-athlete is incalculable. |
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