While I knew this was coming, news of Walt Garrison’s passing hit me like Number 32 used to hit opposing linebackers. Walt was not faux-tough. Walt was deep down, to the bone tough. He was also funny as hell, witty, insightful and great company. Walt was very much a “people person,” who brightened any room he was in. I was privileged to get to know Walt pretty well because we did a lot of promotional work together after he retired from the NFL. I remember the laughter, because where there was Walt there was laughter.
Walt died early Tuesday after battling Alzheimer’s for several years. I encourage everyone to join the fight against this terrible disease that dimmed Walt’s warm light near the end of his life.
On a personal level, Walt may have been my favorite Cowboy.
I have a lot of Walt stories, many of which unfolded in a honky-tonk in Wimberley, and some of which I can actually tell.
I’ll get to them. But not today. I’ve never before lived in a world without Walt Garrison, and I’m not handling it well.
So long, ‘Lil Puddin’. Yeah, I’ll get to that story, too.
Let’s all hug a Cowboy today.