I think it’s nice when someone remembers a player fondly after so long. I didn’t see much football after I left for college in 1984, but I spent many afternoons ironing while my father cleaned his guns, polished his shoes, or studied nuclear weapons manuals. Saturday afternoons were old Westerns on the local tv station that you had to have the rabbit-ears antenna for, and Sundays were football.
. . . "old Westerns on the TV . . ."
Well that was certainly a different time. Many of us kids I think learned something resembling a moral code or at least appropriate codes of conduct from watching Saturday afternoon heroes on the "local stations"