Frank Gifford is dead. Rank was a football player who played in an era well before it was integrated and was well known in New York for his playing days. This turned into a network broadcasting career for the man and this is what I most remember of the Frankster. As an announcer he was really annoying and didn't have much to offer in calling a game yet he proceeded year after year to be part of the Monday night football announcing crew and only his popularity with network bigshots who fondly recalled this guys football playing ball play is why Frank Gifford received any recognition with his death the other day stage eighty eight.
I recall that this man was not a very good announcer and I often wondered why professional football announcing jobs didn't seem to regularly change as the rosters of players with the same fucks constantly calling all the big games. The guy was old and he just did what many old people do everyday and that is they just die. Frank is lucky to have played like I said in an era where diversity in American collision ball didn't really exist and he used his "fame" to be showcased with his verbal talent of talking about this controversial sport every Monday might from an American pubic just brain dead and needing some TV to occupy time and conversation. Frank Gifford was nothing more special than the guy who sat next to you on the train or some other old geezer that serviced you at the local Ace Hardware. I hadn't heard much about this guy for a long time and for most football fans in this country a Frank Gifford might as well already been six foot under since he retired from the game and the booth. Frank Gifford dead at the age of eighty five.
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