Recently someone asked me who I would put on the Pittsburgh Steelers’ Mount Rushmore. For some reason, the first name that came to mind was Myron Cope.
I know, I know, how dare I choose Cope over names like Noll, Greene, Lambert, Bettis, Polamalu and on and on.
Easy. Myron Cope was a large part of my life growing up, and I’m likely not alone when I say this. Growing up, the voice of Cope was the voice heard on game day, not the network television announcers. Simply put, Cope was the soundtrack to a era of my life which brings me an immense amount of joy.