When we worked together broadcasting figure skating, Kurt Browning used to affectionately refer to me as, “The Talking Dog.”
Now, as we sit on the couch in his living room, surrounded by his memories, and with his little dog Rocky perched between us, one of the greatest performers in the history of the sport is doing the lion’s share of the speaking.
As it has always been, I find myself under his spell. Kurt is one of those characters who grabs your attention the first time you see him, as I did when, as a 21-year-old, he skated to “Grand Canyon Suite,”
