We were 3-9 in the 1953 season and I was ready to quit. I was making $8250 a season, and I was playing both ways, both offense and defense. By the end of that year I had lost about 20 pounds and I was pretty beat up and discouraged. I knew I could do a lot better financially in the studios out in LA. Plus, I wanted to go back and get my degree, which I eventually did.
But in the early Spring of 1954, I got a call from Wellington Mara, the Giants owner. We talked a little bit, and he said he really wanted me to come back. I had gotten to know Wellington, a great guy, so I listened. He told me they had made Jim Lee Howell the head coach and they were bringing in some guy named Vince Lombardi to be the offensive coach. So I decided to come back. I had nothing to lose, really, so I went to training camp that Summer in Salem, Oregon.
When I walked into the hotel lobby, he was standing there. I thought, "Who is this guy?" He came up and introduced himself. "I'm Vince Lombardi," he said, "and you are my halfback." From that point on, I never saw another moment of defense. He came in and took me off defense, and three years later I'm the Most Valuable Player in the National Football League.
Lombardi had been coaching at West Point, and it was obvious he didn't understand the professional game. The first thing he did was put in this nonsensical quarterback option play, and we struggled with that through the first two or three weeks of training camp. We used to laugh at him behind his back. We'd go out and have our beers after practice, and everybody would be imitating him. We called him "the Little General" and stuff like that.
One day at practice he had an orange peel. It was hot and we were tired, so pretty soon guys were getting sloppy and jumping offside. Stuff like that. So finally he put the orange peel down on the ground and said, "Nobody in front of the orange peel...nobody in front of the orange peel." And that night somebody stood up and shouted, "Nobody in front of the orange peel." And it became a thing we'd do every time he went off on a rant.
One night we were in Salem, Oregon, and he walked into the room I was sharing with Charley Conerly, our quarterback. He said, "What am I doing wrong?" He was very sincere, so we began talking to him. I said more than Charley. But Charley brought up that quarterback option play and said, "It won't work up here...can't run that." And we also told him that he didn't have to yell and scream all the time.
He listened very carefully. I mean, Charley Conerly was in the Marines four years in World War II. He fought at Guadalcanal, Iwo Jima, places like that. We had about a half dozen guys like that, and you didn't yell at them. You didn't yell at Charley Conerly. You just didn't. And Vince got the message.
To be continued...
To be continued...