He was my idol as a kid. As far as Bobby the person. I Went to see him one day when I was older to get a autograph when they were tearing down the Gahden. I just got out of work and had my Firefighter work shirt on. He went on and on of how he idolized me being a FF. Sometimes you go to see your childhood idol and they are not who you thought they were. He totally solidified my childhood thoughts that day. I went there to tell him how much I appreciated him and his genuine humbleness flipped the script on me
That’s an amazing story ! I grew up in NYC, and grew up a Jet’s fan (brainwashed by my parents). I became a Pat’s fan in 1975, due to seeing an NFL Films segment on Mack Herron. Got my 1st Pat’s jersey in 1976.
But prior to that, when still a Jet’s fan in the early 1970s, my idols were Joe Namath and WR Don Maynard. We used to go to training camp to watch the players, get autographs, etc.
One training camp, I think it was 1973 or 1974, we go to camp, and I decided that I wanted to meet Joe Namath (plus my mom had the hots for him, wanted to meet him too). After practice, I waited for him at his car. It was a Rolls Royce, I knew it was his because, you know, Joe Namath, who else on the team would have a Rolls Royce ?
I had my football with me, a kid’s ball, not regulation size, but not a cheap ball either. He walks up to us after practice, we are the only ones there, my mom is flipping out (though she kept her cool on the outside). Me being a kid who wasn’t shy, I said to him, “you think you can throw me a pass?”, he replied, with a sly smile , “you think you can catch it ?”.
So he tells me to do a down and out. He throws the ball, 5 feet over my head. To this day, my mom tells the story that he threw it and I dropped it. Of course she says that due to her love of Namath. She still loves him. Kareem couldn’t have caught that ball.
Anyway, he calls me back and says do it again. I was thinking he probably had to adjust to the kid’s ball, because he just threw 200 passes with a regulation ball at practice. I run my pattern, I’m telling you, if I had an 88 jersey, it would’ve hit between the 8s. Just a perfect throw, and I catch the ball. I run back to him and he has a big smile on his face. I profusely thank him, and he was so gracious, so genuine, so kind, and made my year back then.
He signed my football. And being the stupid kid I was, I continued to use the ball to play football with my friends. And eventually lost it. I’m now 58 years old, and I’ll never forget that. Sometimes legends live up to you thoughts on them.