Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Frank Deford, one of the best and most elegant sportswriters, was a dreamer who allowed the rest of us to dream, too
By Mike Lupica
May 29, 2017
The last time I saw Frank Deford was last June, on what would have been Bud Collins’ 87th birthday, at the memorial service for Bud at old Trinity Church in Copley Square in Boston. As always, Frank was tall and dapper, and so much older than the last time I had seen him before that. His voice seemed much weaker. He was with his wife, Carol, and we sat together, and listened to eulogies from such as Billie Jean King and Chris Evert. So many of the stories were about Bud’s career in television.
But there was a moment, in the midst of all the memories, in the midst of the beautiful music that was such an essential part of the ceremony that day, when Frank leaned over and said, “Remember something: Bud always thought of himself as a sportswriter.”