So, why is he so often horrid? Does he need a little jolt of nastiness, a touch of Jim McMahon's bad-brattery, Joe Namath's ruthless cocksureness, Bobby Layne's contempt of all defenses, coaches and even game plans, Norm Van Brocklin's outrage at teammates' ineptitude, Terry Bradshaw's happy-go-lucky "What the hell, let's try that again."?
Marc Wilson answers questions as patiently as he (over?) studies defenses. Did he feel he played a good game?
"I feel I played my heart out out there."
Did he feel he was--er, ah, um--oh, let's say, indecisive? "The plays are sent in," Wilson snapped decisively.