Saturday under the lights of a little football stadium, hard at the side regarding Interstate 77, we saw them both. We saw the guy who needed to thank each and every equipment manager who picked up a stray sock of his in a locker area. We saw the flash and that we heard the voice go up and roll out over the hills until finally it undoubtedly woke the cows. And however anyone who had been left watching late on Saturday evening had to find out one particular thing: the NFL will certainly never see a much better showman.
These people offered him that gold jacket they give all of the Hall of Famers right here and that he wore it over a white suit instead of let the greatest honor his sport can provide ruin the perfect look. He clutched the lectern, sensed his voice crack and allow the tears pour down his cheeks as he told the tale of his mother, Connie Hicks, and just how it shamed him so significantly that she had been a hospital custodian. He