On a typically soggy March mess of a day in Manhattan,Bob Dylan, wearing black jeans, biker boots and a white sport coat over a white T-shirt, sat slouched on a stool at the far end of a small downtown studio. The crowd of cameramen, lighting technicians, makeup people and producers ...
Instead of following a team that played not to lose (Philadelphia Eagles), I was now following a general named Roger Staubach who refused to lose. I marveled at a coach that wore a suit, tie and hat along the sidelines, who when you looked at him you could never tell if he was winn...