As glad as I was to see Bill go, I’ll never forget two things:
1) he showed up to a funeral for a young local kid. Tragic circumstances and yet he took the time to give condolences to the mom and dad. I’m still sentimental about it. He was aware of the illness during previous months, had players sign a ball for the child prior to the child’s demise, but he must have seen the obit or something. Guy was a genuine good human.
2) the beautiful October fall afternoon when that ball from Straw fell into the waiting arms of Andre Coleman to give the cats the lead in 1991 vs KU. And hanging on to win it. The last play in the end zone when a cat knocked away the potential game winning TD, I jumped in the air, caught my foot on a step, rolled my ankle. Best/worst sprain of my life.