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Sports Title: All Star Alcoholics -- Superb Drunks Who Also Happened to be Superb Athletes Major League Lushes The B&WL may have collapsed in 1891, but drinking ones way around the diamond continued unabated, despite the actions of hostile, teetotaling owners and managers. For example: Arthur Bugs Raymond: The owner of a wicked spitball, Bugs (who got his nickname from his weird windup and generally twitchy mound antics) was a managers nightmare. He didnt like being told what to do. By anyone. When word of his epic nights on the town started getting around, his manager, John McGraw, hired a private detective to tail Bugs and report back on his activities. The detective was fired when McGraw entered a bar and found the PI and Bugs in the midst of a drinking contest. Bugs friend and fellow hurler Christy Mathewson warned teammates that after a night out, dont get too close to Bugs, his breath will stop a freight train. RubeGeorge Rube Waddell: One of MLBs first superstars, Rube notched 349 strikeouts over his career, a record that stood for over 60 years, and he remains sixth on the all-time strikeout list. Pitching legend Walter Johnson praised Rube, saying he had more sheer pitching ability than any man I ever saw. Rube, who made money in the off-season wrestling alligators, could out-drink pretty much anyone. Called the sousepaw by Sporting News, Rube spent the whole of his first signing bonus with the Philadelphia Athletics on a bender. When his cash ran low, as it so often did in those low-paying days, Rube would trade that days game ball for drinks at a nearby tavern. His manager, Connie Mack, decided to cure Rubes drinking by putting a worm in his whiskey and pointing out how the critter died a slow wriggling death. When Mack asked Rube if he understood the implication, Rube responded in the affirmative, saying, Sure, it means I wont get worms. Steve Bilko: In the oddball category we find this first baseman for the Los Angeles Angels. Stout Steve struggled throughout his lengthy career to control his weight, trying one method after another to drop excess pounds, until he finally hit upon a novel solution. As a serious beer enthusiast, Bilko always had a case or two around the locker room. One evening after a game he emptied a case of beer into a bath tub full of ice, added hot water, andpresto!created his own beer sauna. He would sit in the resulting beer steam, alternately pouring one can in the tub and another in himself. Jim Bouton: A pitcher for the Yankees, Bouton also wrote Ball Four, the first book to talk honestly about the world of professional baseball. The tell-all created so much controversy that one team held a book-burning, and League Commissioner Bowie The Ayatollah Kuhn tried to force Bouton to sign a statement stating that none of the book was true. Bouton refused, and to this day he is not invited to Old-Timers Day at Yankee Stadium. Bouton and his teammates routinely went out for ten or so drinks after a game. It was an important ritual among the men. As Bouton recalls in Ball Four: There is unquestionably a close feeling among the guys who go out and drink because they hash over the ball game and it gives us all a feeling of common purpose. Slogan: the team that drinks together stays together. He always had beer around the clubhouse, saying that to drink anything else (such as milk or soda) would be akin to a cowboy walking into a western saloon, pounding on the bar, and demanding a sarsaparilla. Bouton also records the following exchange between his teammates Jim Pagliaroni and Greg Goossen. The two men were sitting at the bar and Goossen was knocking beers back one after another. Pagliaroni: Dont you have a game tomorrow? Goossen: Yeah, we got a game. Pagliaroni: Youre drinking a little heavy, arent you? Goossen: You know something? I found I cant play if I feel good. Ive got to have a little bit of a hangover to get the best out of me. Monsters of the Midway Compared with other professional athletes, football players are ogres; large, violent men who put their bodies on the line every play of the game. Hockey players take their shots, sure, but the skill sets for hockey and football are entirely different. Hockey is a graceful, exact, aerobic game, punctuated by moments of thudding brutality, while on any given down more than half of the 22 football players involved are dedicated solely to overpowering the opposition and pummeling them into submission. The morning after a gridiron gala, the guys feel, and occasionally look, like they got kicked around by a particularly unforgiving backhoe. Alcohol is a terrific painkiller. The association of pro football and hooch is long and glorious. It is not the story of frightened middle managers knee-jerking their way into stadium-wide beer bans as a way of curbing rambunctious fans. It is not the now ubiquitous story of millionaire athletes getting popped for DUI. It is not the story of steroids, human growth hormones, protein shakes, amphetamines, vitamin supplements or Gatorade. Its the story of hard men knocking heads with other hard men, then recovering and refueling one drink at a time. Drinking As Men Drink The following is a collection of snapshots of some 100-proof individuals and teams. OorangThe Oorang Indians: Among the young NFLs oddities, the Oorang Indians, from LaRue, Ohio (they were named after the Oorang dog kennels) played the '22 and 23 seasons. They were an all-Native American team, and their standout player was Olympic gold medalist Jim Thorpe. Thorpe and his fellows werent the best team that even stomped the turf, but they stand high among the thirstiest. Under Thorpes experienced hand, the Indians spent about as much time drinking as they did practicing. They once refused to take the field for a game because their changing room was insufficiently stocked with booze. On another occasion, the night before a game against the Chicago Bears, the Indians were out carousing when the bartender tried to boot them out at closing time. The Indians refused to leave. Instead, they gang-tackled the unfortunate fellow, locked him in a phone booth, and continued drinking until dawn, at which point they freed the man and left him with a pile of cash. Two days later, in St. Louis, they stayed out so late drinking that they missed their morning trolley to the stadium. Not wanting to miss a game check, the tipsy teammates blocked a trolley going in the opposite direction, lifted it off the tracks, turned it around, and paid the conductor to double-time it to the stadium. Following his football career, Jim Thorpe, who remained a serious drinker, worked as a security guard and, fittingly, as a bar bouncer. Lenny Ford and Don Colo: Standouts on the great Cleveland Browns teams of the 1950s, defensive end Ford and defensive tackle Colo were large, dangerous men who took immense pride in stomping the crap out of opposing players, especially quarterbacks. Close friends off the field, they were unrepentant boozehounds and lively party guests who never met a team rule or curfew they didnt circumvent or ignore. The Browns were coached at the time by the legendary Paul Brown, a strict disciplinarian and something of a party-pooper, who felt that drunken off-field monkey-business harmed the games reputation and kept men from operating at full steam. He butted heads with Ford and Colo on a daily basis. Brown berated the pair, cajoled them, and fined them loads of money, all to no avail. Their grand imbibement couldnt have been that detrimentalFord and Colo were the defensive lynchpins of a team that went to the NFL championship seven times between 1950 and 1957, won the trophy in 1950, 54 and 55, and Ford is in the Hall of Fame. Tim Rossovich: Rosso was a character (or, according to some, a deranged lunatic) in a league full of characters. The Eagles linebacker was known as the NFLs first flower child. He wore his hair in a big afro, dressed in tie-dyes and bell-bottoms, and always slept with his head facing north so that the Earths magnetic waves could revitalize him while he slumbered. On the field, however, Rossovich was anything but a peace-loving hippy. Utterly fearless and a devastating tackler, during a game with the Atlanta Falcons in 1970 he shouted across the line at the Falcons running back: I love you, man, but I gotta wipe you out. For Rossovich, drinking was as natural as breathing, and booze cranked his already oddball behavior up a few notches. He once arrived late for a party at Steve Sabols house. When Sabol opened the door he found a loaded Rosso standing on the stoop with his hair on fire. Sabol extinguished the blaze with a blanket, and when the smoke cleared, Rosso got to his feet and said, with a completely straight face, Sorry, I must have the wrong apartment, and left. At another party, he stripped naked and did a neat half-gainer
into a birthday cake. Rosso always insisted on driving when he and his pals went out on the town, and always freaked them out when he stopped the car by slamming it into the bars outside wall. Among Rossos teammates was future coach and ESPN pundit Mike Ditka, who once challenged Rossovich to a contest: Who can open the most beer bottles with his teeth? Thirty minutes later, Rossovich was insurmountably ahead, with one hundred bottles to Ditkas three. At which point, Rosso, apparently bored, started eating his beer glasscrunch, crunch, crunchsmiling insanely at Ditka all the while. Ditka went pale and promptly withdrew from the contest. Had a severe knee injury not prematurely ended his career in 1973, Tim Rossovich would probably be remembered today as one of the games greatest linebackers. He had a successful second career as an actor and stuntman, appearing on some 400 TV shows, including Dallas, Fantasy Island, The A-Team, Magnum P.I. and Wonder Woman, as well as in over 50 feature films, including The Long Riders and The Sting II. RigginsJohn Riggins: It was a crazy day when the Genetic Lottery turned out former N.Y Jets and Washington Redskins running back John Riggins. To say he was his own man is to say William Shakespeare wrote a few cute poems. As a rookie, he arrived at the Jets training camp (after holding out over a contract dispute) shirtless, barefoot, dressed in tight leather pants, and wearing a derby hat with a long feather in its band. Doffing the derby, his teammates were surprised to see his hair cut into a mohawk. Riggins held out again in 1980 after being traded to the Redskins, and when the team refused to work out a deal, Riggins, rather than kowtow to management, announced his retirement from football, roaring away from camp in a spray of gravel on his custom motorcycle. Riggins retirement wound up more like a leave of absence, as he was back in a Redskins uniform for the start of the 1982 season, at the end of which he was named the MVP of Super Bowl XVII for racking up 166 rushing yards in the Redskins' demolition of the Miami Dolphins. As a drinker, few have equaled Riggo. He was a noted beer enthusiast, never far from a healthy supply of suds. When new Redskins coach Joe Gibbs went to Riggos Kansas ranch hoping to lure Diesel back to football (the two had never met), he witnessed the man in all his glory. Riggins, who had been out hunting, rumbled into the yard on a four-wheeler festooned with shotguns and beer coolers. His face hidden by dirt and long hair, he wore a blood-stained camouflage get-up and carried a tallboy in one hand. Gibbs thought he had come face to face with an actual maniac. Inside the house, Riggins continued draining tallboys throughout the contract negotiations He finally informed Gibbs: You need to get me back there. Ill make you famous. He couldnt have been more right. Anyone who spent an appreciable amount of time with Riggins came away with a story to telllike the time he was too hungover to make the team bus and had to hitchhike to the NFC Championship Game, or the rumor that he once played a game tripping on magic mushroomsbut an event in 1985 created almost as big a stir as his on-field heroics. Invited to a congressional dinner at the National Press Club, Riggins was seated across from Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day OConnor. Midway through the meal, Riggins, who was consummately shit-faced and wearing cowboy boots with his tuxedo, got Justice OConnors attention and hollered: Cmon, Sandy, baby. Loosen up. Youre too tight. During the ensuing silence, Riggo lurched to his feet and, after a failed attempt to circumnavigate the table for a chat with OConnors husband, passed out under a chair. He snored contentedly through Vice President George Bushs key-note address, and was then hauled to his feet and 86d from the ballroom by Secret Service agents. First thing the next morning Riggins sent Justice OConnor a dozen roses. Fred Fuzzy Thurston: An offensive guard for Vince Lombardis Green Bay Packers, Fuzzy has been called one of the greatest drinkers of all time. His tolerance was so prodigious his teammates regularly scheduled drinking contests between Fuzzy and whomever the opposing team trotted out. One such match pitted Fuzzy against the Redskins massive tackle Fran OBriena bar owner and seasoned inebriate. Fuzzy arrived at the bar first and, against the wishes of his teammates, who had wagered heavily on him, warmed up with four beers. When OBrien arrived, they kicked off the competition with a pitcher of martinis. Two hours later, as a gang of Redskins lugged the near-comatose OBrien from the room, Fuzzy was up on the bar entertaining onlookers with one-armed push-ups. Fuzzy didnt mind mixing his drinks. In 1963, he was drinking with friends at a bar in Green Bay called Spots. Someone suggested getting out of the Bay area for an evening, and the group decided to hit a favored restaurant in Appleton. Before departing, Fuzzy had the bartender whip up a large shaker of martinis for the road. At the restaurant in Appleton, Fuzzy drank a bottle of champagne and a bottle of red wine over dinner, then switched to stingers (brandy and crème de menthe). As the group prepared to leave, Fuzzy again arranged for another shaker of martinis to enjoy during the return trip. Arriving back in Green Bay, the gang hit a bar called Speeds, where Fuzzy stole a jug of wine from under the counter and chugged it dry. Then he switched to scotch. On the way home he bought a case of beer and drank seven before teammates dropped him at his house. The same group had to be at an 8:30 funeral the following morning. Fuzzy was the first one up, knocking on doors and making sure people got ready in time. He was the least hungover man in the room. The House That Snake Built On the subject of hard men, youd be hard-pressed to find a harder team than the mid-1970s Oakland Raiders. Led on offense by quarterback Ken Snake Stabler, and on defense by defensive end John Tooz Matuszak and linebacker Ted The Mad Stork Hendricks, the Raiders set a standard for good-humored debauchery that few have equaled and none have surpassed. Of their football skills, sports writer Jimmy Murray wrote: The Raiders play like a guy jumping through a skylight with a machine gun. As for their tippling abilities, read on
Dave Dalby: Stalwart center and the anchor of the offensive line, Dalby was a Kodiak bear in shoulder pads. A Raider to his core, he bled silver and black and never missed a party. Its a well-known fact that players made less money in the 70s than they do today. Way less. The average NFL players salary was $29,000 a year, and they werent paid until the first game of the regular season, which meant they went to training camp and played preseason games essentially for free. This situation was hateful to Dave Dalby. How was he supposed to pay his bar tabs? His solution shows just how inventive a drunk can be when faced with a barrier between himself and his booze. Dalby bought two pinball machines and set them up in his room at camp. Games cost 25¢ and men lined up to play and wager. Even though they had to be repaired occasionally (in a battle between a pinball machine and a 300 lb. defensive lineman whos blitzed and pissed-off, the pinball machine always lost) Dalbys machines paid for all of his preseason bar tabs, which, according to Stabler about equaled the national debt of Chad. Dalby was the starting center for all three of the Raiders Super Bowl wins, and was elected to the Pro Bowl in 1977. Ted Hendricks: John Madden, coach of the Raiders during their glory days, was asked to describe Ted Hendricks. After a moments thought, Madden said: Teds elevator doesnt go all the way to the top. In a similar vein, Stabler said: Most Raiders loved to party, but Ted Hendricks was a party all by himself. You never knew what might happen when you added a dose of Hendricks to your evening. He stood six-seven, weighed over 200 pounds, and physically punished his opponents to a degree that would be considered felonious in any other context. On his first day as a Raider, he rode a horse onto the practice field wearing his full uniform and pads, a spiked German Army helmet hed painted silver and black, and carrying a stack of traffic cones as a lance. The following season, during a full-contact workout on Halloween, Ted arrived in uniform, minus his helmet. Instead he wore a hollowed-out pumpkin. Nicknamed The Mad Stork in college because of his lanky frame, Teds fellow Raidersre-christened him Kick Em in the Head Ted, after his trademark maneuver of leaping over oncoming blockers, sometimes knocking them unconscious with his feet if he didnt get enough height. Every afternoon during training camp and the pre-season, employees at the nearby Hilton readied the lounge and themselves for the arrival of four giantslinebacker Phil Villapiano, defensive end John Matuszak, defensive end Otis Sistrunk, and Ted Hendricks. The men were fresh from practice and ready to do some drinking, and the bartenders knew what to pour without being askedLeft-Sides for Villapiano and Matuszak, and Right-Sides for Sistrunk and Hendricks, the drinks named for the side of the defense each man played. The drinks were simple enough. The Left-Side was a quadruple Chivas on the rocks, and the Right-Side was a quadruple Crown on the rocks. This fearsome foursome usually drank three or four Sides to wind down after a tough day and to ready themselves for the serious drinking that would come later in the evening. Ted Hendricks has taken a lot of crap over the years about his antics, but his accomplishments should be enough to make the naysayers shut the fuck up. He shares the record for the most safeties with four, he was selected to the Pro Bowl eight times, he intercepted 26 passes, returning two for touchdowns, he set the post-season record for the most recovered fumbles with four, and during his 15-year career he never missed a single game. Not one. John Matuszak: His teammates and friends called him Tooz. Some sports writers labeled him the Man-Beast. Sports Illustrated designated him one of the top five all-time NFL bad-boys. He signed with the Raiders in 1976 after failing to fit in with the Houston Oilers, Kansas City Chiefs, and Washington Redskins. Prior to signing the big man, coach Madden asked Ted Hendricks if he thought it was a bad idea to add a loose cannon like Matuszak to the roster. Laughing, Hendricks said, Look around you, John. Whats one more going to hurt? Matuszak was hugesix-eight and close to 300 pounds. His voice was huge. His appetites were huge. He was an intimidating presence and liked it that way. With his unruly brown hair and thick bushy beard, he looked like Bigfoot, and his eyes were unmistakably those of a man who could, if he chose to, hit you so hard your great-great grandfather would feel it. His flair for the theatrical is clearly seen in his customary manner of entering a bar. He would grab his shirt collar in both fists, rip the garment from his body, throw his head back, and roar like a lion. He was arrested several times for public intoxication and once for DUI and damaging city property after he blasted apart a bunch of road signs with a .357. All things considered, it was nice of Matuszak to offer the following to newcomers in his circle: You can get bruised when you cruise with the Tooz. The Raiders made it to the Super Bowl again in 1981, squaring off against the Philadelphia Eagles in the New Orleans Superdome. Turning this particular Raiders squad loose in New Orleans gave the League great pause. They imagined ugliness heaped upon ugliness and warned Raiders owner Al Davis that he had better keep a leash on his team or else. Davis passed the warning along to Tom Flores and the rest of the coaching staff, and Flores handed it to the players in a team meeting, after which he went over it again point by point in a private chat with Matuszak. But the big man surprised everyone: Im going to see that theres no funny business, he said. Ive had enough parties for 20 peoples lifetimes. Ive grown up. Ill keep our young fellows out of trouble. If any players want to stray, they gotta go through Ol Tooz. League and team officials breathed a collective sigh of relief. At 3am the morning of the Super Bowl, Tooz was caught at a blues joint in the French Quarter, shirtless, marvelously hammered, and roaring like a lion. Twelve hours later he was celebrating his second Super Bowl victory. John Matuszak retired following that game and had some success as an actor, appearing in such movies as North Dallas Forty (the best football movie ever made in my opinion) and Caveman, but most fans remember him as Sloth in The Goonies. He died in 1989 from an accidental overdose of painkillers. He was only thirty-eight. SnakeKen Stabler: Snakes reputation for carousing was on a par with fellow University of Alabama alum Joe Namaths, but with some stylistic differences. Broadway Joe was a celebrity playboy at home in the glitz and glare of New York, but Snake was pure Alabama honky-tonk, a southern renegade bathed in the flickering light of a neon beer sign. For Stabler and the rest of the team, the parties started on the first day of training camp. Among veterans, camp has a rote, eat-your-spinich quality, and Stabler, already uncomfortable with schedules and rules, felt it more acutely than most. But rather than letting it sour their moods, Stabler and his cronies decided that, since their presence was mandatory, they might as well kick out the jams. As Stabler put it: The monotony of camp was so oppressive that without the diversions of whiskey and women, those of us who were wired for activity on no more than six hours sleep a night might have gone berserk. Shortly after arriving in Oakland, Snake hooked up with four like-minded players, forming a hedonistic club he called the Santa Rosa Five. In addition to himself, there was halfback Pete Banaszak, receiver Fred Biletnikoff, defensive end Tony Cline and linebacker Dan Conners. They lived in a two-room suite at the El Rancho Motel in Santa Rosa and it quickly became party-central for Raiders in need of a good time. The Five bought three refurbished refrigerators and lined them up side by side in the suites main room. One was for snacks, the other two were exclusively for beer. Properly packed, they could hold 20 cases. The team was shackled with an 11pm curfew during camp. Adherence was monitored by bed-checks and a parking lot patrol (to ensure all player-owned vehicles were accounted for). Practices usually ended with a team meeting that lasted, roughly, from 8 to 9:30pm, leaving the players 90 minutes of social time before curfew. To the Santa Rosa Five this meant The Circuitfive bars before bed-check. At the meeting, the Five took seats by the door and the minute the meeting adjourned they would sprint to their rooms, clean up, and pile into Pete Banaszaks huge Buick. The idea was to drink as much as possible, pick up as many girls as possible, and get back before 11pm. After bed-check, theyd sneak out, jump into one or more of the girls cars (thus dodging the parking lot check) and party until the wee hours. Stabler claims they never got caught and the coaches never got wise. Later in his career, Stabler decided that since he was spending so much time in bars he might as well open one of his own. He ended up opening two in Florida, one called Leftys and the other The End Zone. The Raiders of the 1970s and early 80s were a team like no other. Stabler sums them up this way: The players partied hard and played hard, and that combination may have been no small factor in why we won. The Golden Boy HornungPro football in the 1950s and 60s was dominated by three teams: the Cleveland Browns, the Baltimore Colts, and the Green Bay Packers. Within those august ranks a select handful of individual playershousehold names and Hall of Famers allstood above the rest. Were talking about men like Johnny Unitas, Bart Starr, Jim Brown and, most importantly for our purposes, The Golden Boy Paul Hornung. Paul Hornung was born in Louisville, KY, in 1935. His parents divorced when he was a toddler and he was raised by his mother, a clerk for the WPA. A natural athlete, Hornung played football (quarterback, running back, place kicker and safety), basketball and baseball. Football, of course, was his main gig, and his skill earned him a full-ride to Notre Dame (though he continued to work every summer at a brewery in Louisville.) As a running back with the Green Bay Packers from 1957 to 1969, Hornung was the lynchpin of coach Vince Lombardis ferocious offense, and the team won five NFL championships between 1960 and 1968, including the first two Super Bowls. Model-handsome, Hornung lived large on magazine covers and in several movies. He also set a standard for living, uh, lushly, that we can all look up to. His biographer, Billy Reed, says Hornung led the Packers, and maybe the NFL, in chasing women, hanging out in bars and nightclubs, and generally trying to circumvent the strict rules of Vince Lombardi. And famed sportswriter Dick Schaap, who spent a week with Hornung leading up to a game vs. Cleveland, summed up an average Hornung day: At three (after practice) hed come home, mix a pitcher of martinis, and drink martinis with Ron Kramer and the others. Then theyd go out an have dinner, a group of players. Scotch before dinner. Wine with dinner. Brandy after dinner. Then back on scotch. Every day. I lost count by the time it had reached more than 60. Also, he never went to bed before four in the morning and he never went to bed alone. Hornung disputes the 60-drink figure, saying 30 was closer to the truth. As his fame and income increased, Hornung adopted a storybook playboy lifestyle. He was a fixture at the best parties and clubs. In Hollywood, he frequented the Moulin Rouge and the Whisky A Go-Go, burning up the night with Don Rickles, Janis Joplin, Donna Reed, and Steve McQueen. He also loved New York, especially Toots Shors saloon, where he knocked em back with Toots himself, Jackie Gleason, Frank Sinatra and Teamsters Union boss Jimmy Hoffa, who was Shors silent partner. Hornung retired from football in 1970, but his desire to have a good time never abated. He hosted a local sports talk-show in Louisville, where his status as a living legend allowed him to book A-list guests, including Brett Favre. They got together the morning of the show to play a round of golf. Before teeing-off, Favre suggested they warm up with a couple Bloody Marys. They drank eight each before the turn. Still thirsty, they decided a few cold beers would improve the look of the back nine, so Hornung bought a case, which they polished off before the 18th hole. The show went off a few hours later without a hitch. Nothing better illustrates Paul Hornungs abilities than his actions on one December weekend in 1965. The Packers were in Baltimore for a showdown with the Colts. Hornung had been nursing an injury and didnt expect to play, so he and a friend who played for the Redskins got together with a couple girls at a bar about halfway between Baltimore and D.C. Hornung rushed back to the Packers hotel for the 11pm bed-check, then snuck back out to meet his friend and the ladies. They caroused until well after sunrise and the half-drunk/half-hungover Hornung didnt get back to the hotel until after 8:30 Sunday morning. While eating breakfast with the team, he was approached by Vince Lombardi, who wanted to know how he felt. When Hornung lied and said he felt fine, Lombardi said, Good. Youre starting today. Paul Hornung went out and had one of the best games of his career. He scored 5 touchdowns as the Packers shellacked the Colts 42-27 and won the Western Division title. The next time some doofus tells you that booze and sports dont play nice together, hit him with the following list of Paul Hornungs career accomplishments: He was active in the Army Reserves from 1957-62. During his senior season at Notre Dame he lead the team in rushing, passing, scoring, punting yards, total offense, field-goal kicking, kick off return average, minutes played, and was second on the team in tackles. He won the Heisman Trophy in 1956, the only player to do it while on a team with a losing record. He was the #1 NFL draft pick in 1957. He led the NFL in scoring from 1958-1961. In 1960 he set a single-season scoring record (176 points) that still stands today. He was named Player of the Year in 1960 and 1961. And he is a member of the high-school, college, and pro football Halls of Fame.
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Ball Four, and Instant Replay, remain my two all time favorite sports books. That said, these days baseball is for old fat men from what I can tell...
#5. To: Badeye (#1)
Hey old buddy, my favorite books as well. As an old Eagles fan I couldn't miss two factual errors in the story. "Among Rossos teammates was future coach and ESPN pundit Mike Ditka, who once challenged Rossovich to a contest: Who can open the most beer bottles with his teeth? Thirty minutes later, Rossovich was insurmountably ahead, with one hundred bottles to Ditkas three." It was only reported as 50-3 back when the contest happened. "Hornung was the lynchpin of coach Vince Lombardis ferocious offense, and the team won five NFL championships between 1960 and 1968" The Packers only won 4, 62, and 65-67. The last Eagles championship was in 1960. Hope you like the Stallworth and Boudin WRs the Ravens picked up. Flacco really needs some targets, that was painfully obvious last year. Heck, even the Orioles have improved their team, good hitting and fielding, second year pitchers and minor league pitchers stacked like cordwood. Haven't seen that since '79 and up, lot of trade bait but they don't really need more talent, they need time on the job.
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