The Mouth That Roared

The Mouth That RoaredI came with good intentions to Howard. I can swear to that. Of course, that was many years ago, in the pioneer days of television, when a minority of households had color sets, when cable was something you subscribed to in order to reduce the number of ghosts on the screen, when the Super Bowl was so young that I could still understand the Roman numerals and when Monday Night Football was so new that Howard did not yet keep statistics on it. We were all younger then: The nat...