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Originally Posted by rastajenk
I was 12, and an avid reader. I seem to remember zipping through a couple dozen quickly written books by Dick Schaap and other Sports Illustrated writers about seemingly all the Jets in that game: Snell, Boozer, Maynard, Sauer, Sample and Hudson from the defense, all were worthy of an instant bio, it seemed, and Namath was worthy of many, and I read them all.
I kind of remember thinking that if I could blow out my Achilles tendon in gym class, that I might score some serious sympathy from the chicks, a la Namath.
A dozen or so years later I sat next to Weeb Ewbank at several Miami OH football games, which was pretty cool in the first place but made more so by him being a genuine, humble, patient, well-balanced guy who conversed easily with friends and strangers.
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Namath was getting the chicks before the Achilles injury.
Lots of stories about him, but one I remember hearing was of the female reporter coming to his hotel room for a 2pm scheduled interview. She knocks on the door, and he answers it 10 seconds later, in his birthday suit. He just stood there, and finally asked her what she wanted, not even caring about his exposure. He'd forgotten about the appointment, and had made other "arraignments" with another "party".
