I won't even watch the new NFL....this sucks...bad. He was freaking great. I watched football for 50 years until these liberal f u x took it over. He was a legend.
I won't even watch the new NFL....this sucks...bad. He was freaking great. I watched football for 50 years until these liberal f u x took it over. He was a legend.
Other than fog and asian gangs, the place I grew up (Daly City) wasn't known for much...but it was where Madden grew up too. I hope heaven is nicer than Daly City, Coach, you were one of the few greats.
Aw man, I'm sorry to read this. John Madden truly loved the game of football. He had tons of charisma and great sense of humor.
I once met John Madden in the lounge of a fancy Las Vegas restaurant. Shook his catcher's mitt sized hand. Nice guy. He was having cocktails with Jerry Tarkanian.
Thanks for the memories, Mr. Madden. You were one of the big voices of the game when it was still something that could be enjoyed as a diversion from daily life; the tail end of the golden years of the game. Thanks for the memories and RIP.
Aw man, I'm sorry to read this. John Madden truly loved the game of football. He had tons of charisma and great sense of humor.
I once met John Madden in the lounge of a fancy Las Vegas restaurant. Shook his catcher's mitt sized hand. Nice guy. He was having cocktails with Jerry Tarkanian.
I won't even watch the new NFL....this sucks...bad. He was freaking great. I watched football for 50 years until these liberal f u x took it over. He was a legend.
I remember his Ray Guy story. I guess they were way ahead, playing in a dome. Ray said to him something like "I bet I can stick a ball in the rafters', John said go for it.
I won't even watch the new NFL....this sucks...bad. He was freaking great. I watched football for 50 years until these liberal f u x took it over. He was a legend.
This^^^^ He was great as a coach and an even better broadcaster.
"It was just kids having fun and life being good," says Stabler. "We couldn't wait to get to training camp, to get away from wives and girlfriends, play some football, have a few drinks at night. An do that for eight weeks."
Yes, the daily schedule involved football. The two-a-days in Santa Rosa were the hardest practices they'd endure during the season. The players are convinced that many of their fourth-quarter comebacks were due not only to relaxed regular-season workouts but to the two-a-days in the Santa Rosa heat, which shed the offseason poundage and prepared their legs for the season to come.
"Madden worked the piss out of us in training camp," Banaszak says. "These guys today go out in their underwear and baseball caps and sunglasses and don't put pads on. We practiced twice a day in pads."
Speaking of underwear, some of the storied libidinal craziness at the El Rancho, according to Stabler's own book, took place in the quarters that he shared with Biletnikoff, Banaszak, defensive end Tony Cline, and linebacker Dan Conners: suite 147, with Stabler and Cline in one room, the other three in a second.
"The collecting of female undergarments," Stabler wrote, "became an annual rite of training camp for many of the Raiders . . . I liked to tack my collection up on the walls."
Today Stabler refuses to reaffirm the tale. Players avoid questions about panties. A few players do recall collections pinned to the wall of suite 147, but Stabler deflects queries about his own tale of collecting such artifacts, a thrice-divorced bachelor no longer eager to surf the craziness of the past.
"Hey," says Banaszak, by way of explaining his teammates' unwillingness to fork over the details. "Some of these guys got grandkids now." But "Rooster" can't forget a particular pair, draped on a lampshade: "Mesh."
But even the two-a-days were not often without some sort of diversion. Like the day Ted Hendricks set up the Cinzano umbrella on the Santa Rosa practice field, so that the post-workout refreshment could be served up in high style. "I borrowed it from one of the Italian restaurants in Santa Rosa," Hendricks recalls now. "I put it out there for the afternoon practice, right in the middle of the field. With a table and two chairs." He enlisted another player to serve as waiter, with a towel draped over his arm. But that one paled compared to Hendricks's most storied stunt.
For a break in routine, the team was practicing a few miles to the south at Sonoma State's modest football field-an idyllic, secluded natural bowl, flavored by the soft northern Californian summer air, bordered on one side by a low, grassy hill and on the other by a stand of tall, fragrant eucalyptus trees, which on this morning looked down upon a cluster of men in football uniforms, stretching at the start of the afternoon session. Madden gathered the players together to begin the practice.
"Where's Hendricks?" he asked.
He was answered by a man in a Raider uniform and pads emerging from behind one of the end zones perched astride a large roan horse and wearing a black German army helmet embellished with the Raider logo on each temple. Expertly, Hendricks galloped the horse onto the field, dismounted at the 50, and announced himself ready for practice.
"Instead of having a long spear," Monte Johnson remembers, "he had an orange traffic cone on his hand."
Madden was entirely nonplussed.
"On another team," says van Eeghen, "you start a practice like that, and someone's gonna be fined, demoted, or sent home. But it had nothing to do with lack of respect. He was on time, he practiced hard. He didn't violate anything. John loved that. You can't script stuff like that. That's what our team was about."
"It really just happened by chance," Hendricks says now, playing it all down, unsuccessfully. "A friend's daughter was taking her horse out to ride nearby. So I asked if I could borrow the horse for about 15 minutes. Madden had everyone gathered together. That's when I rode out onto the field. I galloped him up to the 50, jumped off, and said I was ready. It didn't faze the team. Or Madden."
"That's nice, Ted," Madden said. "Now get rid of the horse."
John Maddens Raiders were the baddest mother fers in all of professional sports. Ex Chief says " The Raiders are coming to town, lock the doors. Hide the women and children"... The most notorious players to ever set foot on the field...
I remember his Ray Guy story. I guess they were way ahead, playing in a dome. Ray said to him something like "I bet I can stick a ball in the rafters', John said go for it.
If I remember correctly, it was a Pro Bowl game in the brand new Houston Astrodome. Madden was coaching and Ray Guy, his punter with the Raiders who made All Pro that year, was eyeballing the low slung scoreboard hanging above the field. Late in the game Guy asked Madden if he would let him try to hit it with a punt. At first he said no, but being Madden and the game just a Pro Bowl, he told him what the hell, go ahead. So Guy hit the scoreboard like he figured he could, and the Astrodome people ended up having to raise and modify it as a result.
John Maddens Raiders were the baddest mother fers in all of professional sports. Ex Chief says " The Raiders are coming to town, lock the doors. Hide the women and children"... The most notorious players to ever set foot on the field...
I remember his Ray Guy story. I guess they were way ahead, playing in a dome. Ray said to him something like "I bet I can stick a ball in the rafters', John said go for it.
If I remember correctly, it was a Pro Bowl game in the brand new Houston Astrodome. Madden was coaching and Ray Guy, his punter with the Raiders who made All Pro that year, was eyeballing the low slung scoreboard hanging above the field. Late in the game Guy asked Madden if he would let him try to hit it with a punt. At first he said no, but being Madden and the game just a Pro Bowl, he told him what the hell, go ahead. So Guy hit the scoreboard like he figured he could, and the Astrodome people ended up having to raise and modify it as a result.
Loved the old Raiders teams that Madden coached.
RIP JM.
That's likely it, thank you. I know it's been at least 30 years since I heard it.