Atlanta — The character in the plaid bathing shorts ambled toward the swimming pool, stripped off his shirt, and plopped down on a chaise longue, ignoring his admirers.
“There he is,” I muttered to myself as I spied him through the overlooking windows.
Joe Namath, for the second day, was defying the commands of NFL commissioner Pete Rozelle, and skipping a mandatory press session.
We were at Super Bowl III a half-century ago, and Namath was the most controversial — and most compelling — athlete in America. He was a swinger, a carouser, a charmer, a braggart.