Just got a great note from Times reader Myron McGhee about his encounter 40 years ago with Detroit Lions star Alex Karras, who died Wednesday:
For more than 20 years, a relative of mine worked as a housekeeper, a cameraman and later office manager for the Detroit Lions. In the early 1970s when I was seven or eight years old my family was able to attend a playoff game in the Cotton Bowl between the Lions and the Cowboys.
We lived in Killeen/Fort Hood at the time, but made the three hour trek to Dallas. It was the late fall, it was bitterly cold. We didn’t have tickets, but had been told to just come to the game and our cousin would scrounge up enough comp tickets.
That plan failed as the problem was our cousin worked in the press box and at the top of the stadium so couldn’t meet us at any of the gates. Finally as halftime ended we made contact and my brother was able to go into the game. Sometime during the fourth quarter, I think, a kind hearted African American security guard took pity on my parents, myself and my 11 year old sister. He let us stand inside the tunnel gates -- without tickets -- so that we could see a portion of what became a legendarily low scoring playoff game.