SI: Cosell's toupee has a life of its own. On TV, it almost seemed to be moving. King: He may tell it like it is, but he should have left it like it was. Which reminds me of a poem I wrote:
Little spider on the wall,
Ain't got no hair at all.
Ain't got no comb to comb his hair,
So what it care?
Ain't got no hair.
SI: What reminds you?
King: That Howard's got no hair. He had to go out and get an artificial substitute. You can buy hair, but you can't buy its power.
SI: Toupees don't secrete power?
King: They do, but it's dead power. Bald men moan, "My head's got to have hair! I can't live without it!" The urge becomes so all-consuming that they're willing to paste mats onto their scalps and have weavers prick at them with needle and thread. Can you conceive of the pain and misery a man must endure to have hair stitched into his skull? And then to have it look like you're wearing a muskrat pelt on your head.
SI: Jon Miller, a Baltimore Orioles' broadcaster, once wore a hairpiece so hideous that people stopped him to ask if he'd consider wearing a hairpiece.
King: That's the power of the want of hair, Jack. That's dead power.
SI: What do you think of athletes who wear curlers?
King: Male or female?