I just read Garrison's autobiography and hot damn is that book a blast! Probably my favorite Cowboys read ever. I thought I'd post some of my favorite stories from his book. Feel free to add your own. The man is quite the storyteller. I'll add more as my lazy fingers get more energy. Walt Garrison on how cool Don Meredith was: Meredith was like nobody else they ever had at Dallas. Or probably ever will. In a word, Joe Don was cool. When I was a rookie in 1966, we took a plane ride out of New York after our first play-off game ever. After you're a veteran, you get to sit at the back of the plane. All the steak eaters sit in the front. If you're big-time press you sit in first class with all the coaches and the front-office guys -- Tex Schramm and Gil Brandt and Clint Murchison. The lesser crowd sits in the first two or three rows of coach. Then the rookies take up the next few rows sitting three to a row. The back third of the plane is where the veterans sit and they sit to two to a row. The back is the preferred seating because the players want to sit as far away from the coaches and the press as possible. Well, we're at the back of the plane. I'm on the aisle and Meredith and (Pete) Gent are sitting in the last row of the plane where they always sit. Joe Don is sitting there drinkin him a beer, smoking a cigarette. It was snowing like sh!t and this sunuvab!tch takes off and the whole plane shudders. It sounded like a bomb went off. BOOM! They tried climbing again and BOOM! We'd been sitting on the ground for about two hours while they deiced the plane three or four times and, in the meantime, Lilly musta drank a case of beer. So Lilly was ripped. Lilly stands up in the aisle and says, "We've all had it, baby! It's allllll over!" And he's still chugging his beer. The plane is flying at about a 45-degree angle because they cant get its *** in the air and all Lilly's beer cans start rolling down the aisle. One of the stewardesses comes skidding down the aisle and on her hands and knees. The beer cans are flying be her and she's screaming, "We're in trouble! We're in trouble! Oh no!" Everyone is scared to piss. Pete Gent yells, "Joe Don! Joe Don! We're gonna crash!" But Meredith is just sitting there and, finally, he takes a long drag off his cigarette and a big swig of beer and he says, "Well.... it's been a good un, ain't it." Now that's cool. I'm thining, "It's been a good one? What the hell are you talking about? We're gonna die!" But Meredith never even blinked. He just kept sipping his beer. He could have cared less if that plane went down. I tell you, if I'd known we weren't gonna die, I'd have said something cool too. But I didn't think we were gonna make it. Nobody did. They were so scared they didn't even try to pretend they weren't scared. Afterward everyboyd said, "I was scared sh!tless." Except Meredith. He actually didn't care. And everybody knew he wasn't bullsh!ttin either.