Dad got his undergrad at South Carolina. He was good friends with George Rogers….story goes that he gave me his autograph when we first met. Telling me his name as he handed it to me.
I was 3 or 4 at the time and Dad says I scribbled something illegible on a napkin and handed it to him, telling him my name too.
Dad says George died laughing and thought that was the funniest thing ever….well he went on to be drafted by the Saints and I’ve been a fan ever since. Die hard. Funny how life works.