Remembering Myron: One Year Later

It hit me when I heard Michelle Wright, who sits right across from me, say it. There was a discussion of our coverage plans for Friday and she mentioned Friday would be the one year anniversary of Myron Cope’s passing. Friday will be “Myron Cope” day, all day, here on Channel 4 Action News and on WTAE-TV.

Has it really been one year?

I remember that morning, hearing rumors that he was not long for this Earth. Then, we got the official word. Kelly Frey and myself went on the air shortly after 9am to tell viewers that Myron had died. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever done … as a reporter and as a person.

We sat there and shared our memories of Myron. I remember first meeting this small man with the strange voice. He was a bundle of energy who seemed to be going into ten different directions at one time. As I got to know him from working in the WTAE sports department, I learned this man was more than just shtick, he was substance. He knew football and he knew the team he covered.


He taught me about the power of what we say as journalists as well as how to have  a good time in the pubs of Ireland. I was asked to co-host the roast celebrating his 30 years of broadcasting, approaching it with a mix of fear and excitement.

I saw him in his home, allowed to spend time interviewing him in his inner sanctum surrounded by magazine covers and newspaper copy with his image. I spent more time interviewing him as he struggled with physical pain and trauma.

Then, I was one of the first to say “goodbye” to Myron on the air. It was incredible to see the outpouring of emotion for his man whose story could only happen in Pittsburgh. From the words of former players and colleagues to a city-wide silent waiving of the Terrible Towel.

It seemed like it was only yesterday we lost Myron. It was really a full year. Enough time to grieve and remember, but not nearly enough time has passed to forget what he meant to all of us.

Tomorrow should be a day of remembrance, but also a day of celebration. Myron would not want us crying for him. He would want us enjoying ourselves and remembering what made him so special and what he brought to our lives.

Myron, this is for you:   


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