Number 84, Jack Snow. My hero. My high school number was 84 and I was a wide receiver too! What a fine football player and an even finer gentleman.
A little story about Jack Snow. I told this on that other site that we don't mention so some of you may remember it. It was 1970. I was a freshman at a small private school in Downey, CA (home of the Apollo space program). OC Leftcoast knows the school because we played each other! Our Lettermans award banquet was being held and Jack Snow was the guest speaker. He brought a film projector and showed us highlights of the '68 season because as he said, last years wasn't very good.
After the film he gave a motivational speech. This was long before being a motivational speaker was popular. He implored us, challenged us to be the best at what ever we do. He pointed fingers, called out bad behavior and vices (smoking was one, drugs of course the other) and warned us of the consequences if we were engaged in any of these activities. Remember, this is just after the summer of love and the country was going through some major changes! A wild time to be growing up in.
It was time to hand out the awards and each of us were able to go up on stage and shake his hand as they called out our name, number and position. So after all that was done came the Q&A. I raised my hand and asked about a particular game I had watched on TV. I don't recall the opponent or the situation now but I do remember Roman Gabriel throwing it deep down the left side to Snow who reached out, extended his whole body parallel to the ground, reached out and made a fingertip catch, pulled the ball into his body as he hit the ground will all his weight. TOUCHDOWN! I described this play to him in my question but not in as much detail and I asked him, "How did that feel, making that type of catch?" His response to me, "Well, your a wide receiver, you should know". OMG! He remembered my number and position (wasn't too hard I guess). I just sat there and smiled then sat up a little straighter, threw my shoulders back a bit and held my head a little higher.
I was the big man on campus for a couple of days after that. Then everything went back to normal and my gym shorts were pulled down to my ankles in front of the girls PE class. Never did like wearing a jock strap after that. Ho hum.