HANK STRAM, RIP

In 1960, I was an enthusiastic member of the Dallas Texans Huddle Club, a group of kids who sat together in the end zone of the Cotton Bowl while our parents sat huddled around the 50-yard line. I loved the Texans; I still have an autographed football and team photo. I can still see Hank Stram walking the sidelines with a paper game plan rolled up in one fist and slamming it against the palm of his other hand when the Texans lost yardage. It was a sad day for my family when the Texans left for Kansas City, but today is even sadder.