He was my first sports hero. My sister helped me make a scrapbook of the Utes at that time. When we moved back to Utah from Oklahoma in 1977 I got an appointment with him. We talked and I explained that the scrapbook was important to me, but I wanted him to have it. It was special to give it to him. He thanked me profusely and told me a fire had destroyed many of his keepsakes. Dang, it felt good. He was a good guy, a special Ute.