By JOHN HENRY
Written for the LSWA
As a 2026 recipient of the Distinguished Service Award in Sports Journalism and his induction into the Louisiana Sports Hall of Fame, Gil LeBreton takes his place in the state’s sports lore — not as an athlete or coach, and certainly not for a double life led as “the human Ouija board.”
As the fearless forecaster of all things sports each Jan. 1, this “Nostradamus with the nostra-mostest” often made Mario Mendoza look like a contact hitter. But each year, without fail, the polished crystal ball was brought back out and eventually even “retro-fitted for the digital transition.”
Jerry Jones hosting the Mary Kay convention at AT&T Stadium — including offering discounted Party Zone tickets to attendees — was a miss in 2010. Gil did, however, accurately predict the Texas Rangers would win the AL West that season, as well as TCU’s Horned Frogs making a trip to the Granddaddy of Them All — the Rose Bowl — where they would face, ahem, Ohio State.
“If you’re scoring along at home, this is the 29th annual edition of the predictions column,” he wrote in 2011, patting himself on the back for a few hits the year before. “Sooner or later, in other words, I was bound to get something right.”
No, Gil LeBreton will live in Louisiana sports posterity because of a masterful ability to marry exceptional prose with a deep understanding of sport and the human condition, and a storyteller’s gift for connecting with readers, making them laugh, think, remember and care.
As part of a 12-member Class of 2026, the New Orleans native and LSU graduate is going into the state’s sports Hall to conclude three days of festivities Thursday, June 25-Saturday, June 27. For participation information, visit LaSportsHall.com or call 318-238-4255.
Over the course of a 50-year, award-winning sportswriting career, Gil has borne witness to some of the most significant moments in sports history in arena and stadium press boxes around the world.
“Gil writes with insight and humor, shoving flowery prose aside for columns that followed a natural rhythm, direct and unpretentious, human and authentic,” says T.R. Sullivan, a former colleague and longtime beat writer of Major League Baseball’s Texas Rangers. “He used his needling wit and superb analytical mind to take on serious subjects in an entertaining and informative style.”
Gil was one of the most versatile sportswriters of his era, and, more than all that, he was a respected colleague and remains a steadfast friend and mentor to so many.
A New Orleans native, product of Jesuit High School, and LSU journalism graduate, Gil built one of the most accomplished careers in American sportswriting, covering everything from neighborhood heroes to the biggest stages in the world.
Along the way, he chronicled legends ranging from Muhammad Ali and Tom Landry to Nolan Ryan, Jack Nicklaus, and John Wooden.
Gil earned a reputation for marrying elegant prose with sharp reporting, using sports as a lens to explore character, ambition, triumph and disappointment. His work from multiple Olympic Games garnered state and national honors, and he remains the only journalist to be named Sportswriter of the Year in both Louisiana and Texas.
A Vietnam veteran, Gil returned home to earn his degree before embarking on a career that took him across the globe and into the press boxes of nearly every major sporting event imaginable. In 2024, he was inducted into the LSU Manship School Hall of Fame, and in 2026 he received the Louisiana Sports Hall of Fame’s Distinguished Service Award in Sports Journalism.
“All along he said it was no big deal,” Gil wrote of a Tony Dorsett contract dispute during his early days covering the Dallas Cowboys for the Star-Telegram. “From curtain up to final bow, Tony Dorsett claimed he couldn’t comprehend the tremors he stirred during his weeklong drama of dueling agents and Cowboy Bankroll Held Hostage Day Five.
Legend retires. Star demands money. Star threatens walkout. Star wants trade. Agent No. 1 puts pistol, later found unloaded, to team’s head and demands untold riches, plus a jet out of town.
“And yet the man said it was no big deal.
“‘This was something that could have been resolved without it being, like I said, a public issue,’ said Dorsett. ‘Unfortunately, it just happened to turn out that way.
“Perhaps next time he would prefer to negotiate in the confessional, or maybe just a Candygram or two.
“Whatever, this week’s siege on the Cowboys’ tranquil nerves reeked of bad timing and bad advice, not all of it on Dorsett’s side of the negotiating table.
“It is becoming more and more difficult to hold even the slightest sympathy with grown men who wail all the way to the bank. How can a man reared on Hamburger Helper and a 12-year-old Zenith even remotely empathize with a guy who has a five-figure house note and wears a full-carat diamond in his left ear?
“Yet, there is the feeling that Dorsett is right, that he certainly deserved to be making as much as the Cadillacs of his profession, especially considering his post-Staubach importance to the Cowboys. Renegotiation, after all, is no greater sin than marching into the boss’s office to ask for a raise. If rejected, at least we always have the freedom to tie down the chickens and move the farm to Waco.”
Gil reported from 26 Super Bowls, 13 World Series, 16 NCAA Final Fours, the World Cup, the Masters, the Tour de France, Wimbledon, and countless other major events.
His byline appeared in the Times-Picayune, Baton Rouge Morning Advocate, Kansas City Star, Baltimore News American and, most notably, the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, where his columns – and, yes, his annual fearless prognosticating — became required reading for generations of sports fans.
His first Olympics was the 1976 Montreal Games.
Gil’s reporting from the Olympic Games won numerous state and national awards. His stories for the Picayune on Louisiana Olympic hopefuls, including the married Armstrongs – the “world’s fastest family” — were honored as the LSWA’s top series.
He had a front row seat to the Game’s biggest stories.
“Comaneci mania! It reached out and touched this Olympic city during the past week as it has not been moved since Maurice Richard was in training skates.”
He reported on the U.S. Olympic Basketball team’s redemption and recouping of its rightful place at the top of the mountain of basketball in the world. The Americans dropped Tito’s Yugoslavia under coach Dean Smith for gold.
“Ring down that iron curtain! Break out the vodka!
“There were no controversies, unlike that 1972 final in Munich. There were no three-second replays. There was no postgame confusion.
“Most of all, there were no Russians. The Yugoslavs had disposed of the ’72 pretenders to the Olympic throne in a semifinal victory Monday.”
And, of course, the then-Bruce Jenner found his way onto a Wheaties box as a record-breaking decathlete, “demoralizing one of the most talented long jump fields ever by soaring 27-feet, 4 ¾-inches on his very first attempt and then watched the 10 other competitors battle for second place.”
The experience proved transformational, igniting a lifelong passion for Olympic storytelling. Gil would go on to cover 15 more Olympic Games, chronicling some of the most memorable moments, athletes, and issues of the modern era.
Gil’s column from the opening day of the 1996 Atlanta Olympics was less about the Games themselves than about an unwelcome guest in attendance: former President Jimmy Carter.
Writing with bite, Gil argued that Carter had no business basking in the glow of the Centennial Olympics because of his decision to lead the U.S. boycott of the 1980 Moscow Games in response to the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan.
To make his case, Gil focused on Patty Dowdell, captain of the 1980 U.S. women’s Olympic volleyball team, recounting how Dowdell – in 1996 the head coach of Texas Woman’s University’s volleyball team in Denton — and her teammates learned on their way to a match that their Olympic dreams had been erased by a political decision beyond their control.
The boycott accomplished little against the Soviet Union while inflicting enormous damage on American athletes and nearly crippling the Olympic movement itself. He noted that only the commercial success of the 1984 Los Angeles Games rescued the Olympics from the damage caused by the reciprocal boycotts of 1980 and 1984.
“How dare you show your face tonight, Jimmy Carter.”
Huey P. would have been proud.
“Gil once wrote a hilarious column about what goes on at the [Texas] Girls Class A Texas State Golf Tournament, pointing out that one girl was not about to chase a ball into the rough because there could be snakes out there,” Sullivan recalls. “It was a classic column and reinforced his reputation that Gil could write on any subject anytime, anywhere — from Fort Worth’s boxing champions and high school sports to the Super Bowl and the Olympics.”
Gil’s reach indeed touched on just about every topic in his more than 40 years at the Star-Telegram, including Fort Worth’s greatest era of boxing.
“Mama, the belt fits fine. It’s got a picture of Joe Louis on one end, and an engraving of Muhammad Ali on the other. It’s got flags painted on the top of it, and flags painted on the bottom.
“And now here this, Fort Worth and brother Donald and Gorman’s Gym and all the ships at sea — this championship belt has Bruce Curry snugly in the middle, right where he knew, he just knew, it always belonged.”
Likewise, during his four decades in DFW, Gil was also on-site for the most significant pro sports events.
LeBreton chronicled the Cowboys’ dynasty years, including victories in Super Bowls XXVII, XXVIII and XXX. He also led readers through championship seasons of the Dallas Stars and Dallas Mavericks. Gil witnessed some of the defining moments in Rangers history, from the franchise’s first World Series berth in 2010 to the devastating Game 6 collapse in St. Louis the following year, one of baseball’s most painful near-misses.
His were the words many Cowboys fans needed in February 1989, in the painful days following Tom Landry’s firing and Tex Schramm’s impending departure. To much of North Texas, Landry and Schramm were more than a coach and general manager; they were enduring fixtures in the lives of generations of fans.
“The sun did come up at Valley Ranch yesterday. But there was still an ugly stench in the air.
“It was the morning after the Cowboys’ rendition of The Saturday Night Massacre. No bullet holes. No body outlines chalked on the carpet.
“But if you looked hard enough, there in his office was Tom Landry, the fresh knife still stuck in his back. And there down the hallway was Tex Schramm, still trying to mend the pieces of his broken heart.”
