There's little I can say that hasn't been said. I echo every single sentiment shared here. I'm a 70s kid. He was my hero. I dreamed of being #32. I scored so many backyard TDs as Franco. I was a die hard and he was my Superman. Like everyone, I'm stunned. Like everyone I'm hurt. This one hurt more, I guess, because I met him and he touched my son.
Like so many of you, I had a brief, but impactful meeting with Franco. Like the story posted on Steeler Nation today, Franco always had a way of making YOU feel like you were important. I met Lambert once. Totally different experience.
In 2011, I took my then 9 year old to the Burgh for a game against the Jags. Got a room at the Renaissance downtown. Treated the kid right. Huge, 8 foot tall windows. Our room looked down into PNC Park and over towards Heinz. During game broadcasts to this day, they will show downtown and he and I can point out the room we actually stayed in.
Next morning, we get up and go walking around downtown looking for a jersey for him. Couldn't find one he wanted, headed back to the hotel to checkout and head over to the game. We approach and the bellhop at the door (wearing his red coat and hat) says
"Hey....Franco's (didn't need to say his last name) in the lobby. Wanna take the kid in and meet him?"
We go in the lobby and sure enough, there's my Steelers childhood hero standing larger than life at the bottom of the grand stairs. Talking to a handful of people. A few minutes later it was our turn. He looks at us, beaming a smile and says "Hey guys" and reaches out his monster bear-size hands to shake ours. I stumbled for some words, said something like I grew up a 70s Steelers fan, thanks for so many memories (as he's nodding) and said "and this is my son Cole. He's a halfback on his youth football team, and yesterday morning rushed for his first touchdown, straight up the middle like you used to."
Franco chuckled a laugh, put his hand on my kid's head and said good job kid, let's get a picture.
Those of you who know me on Facebook have seen that photo today. My son didn't understand the importance of the moment at the moment. Not sure he fully still does.
Franco made my day that day. One of many, many days he made for me in my life.
My heart goes out to his family, to all of Steeler Nation, and to humanity. A good man left us today. R.I.P. Franco.