The price of football fame
Is there a generation of stars who have been ruined and don't know it yet?
CANTON, Ohio -- There's something perfect about an old football player standing in a lobby telling a dinosaur joke. It's Canton, mid summer, where the greatest men ever to put on a helmet -- at least the ones (a) alive and (b) (sort of) mobile -- gather in a hotel, and a town, that oddly reflects their bodies: once powerful, now crumbling, still commanding respect. They are all, at this moment, waiting on a bus to take them to a kickoff luncheon. Joe Greene has a fancy camera slung around his ...
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