Georgia Frontiere. I met her once about 30 years ago. She picked up a friend of mine in a nightclub in Orange County just a few weeks after Rosenblum died and while she had not yet married Frontiere. Prior to running off for the rest of the evening (or night?) with my buddy, who was a number of years my senior, she hauled us over to her new office as owner of the Rams.
This was like nine at night!!! Of course, back then being the Owner of an NFL team was not the stratospheric capital item it is in recent decades.
My buddy was from Little Rock and western Arkansas and was a guy that would have been the big diamond ring, raw silk western suit, version of the Urban Cowboy gentleman-real estate tycoon. He really stuck out in Orange county and women just threw themselves at him whenever we were out on business trips together.
She was a real shark.
Or was she actually a cougar?
Thanks for the great story. Isn’t it interesting what women go for sometimes.
I guess the mourning period was over, several weeks...
I had a friend who used to brag about all that he owned, when out during the evening. It was clear the guy was bragging on himself and his bobbles, but the women just bought that up.
I got over that type of thing in grade school.
Honestly, I thought Frontiere would have sold the Pams/Lambs years ago.