Billy Wade, a long-ago quarterback for the Chicago Bears, confronted me on a crowded street many years ago and shouted that I had ruined his career, virtually sinking his hopes of getting into the Professional Football Hall of Fame.
What brought on this finger-jamming-into-my-chest rant? I had merely quoted him (accurately) in a feature story on his belief that an oft-injured player was not Hall of Fame material. Wade had more than his share of injuries that kept him on the sidelines.
Wade is now in his 80s, and still hasn’t been enshrined into the hall, but I somehow doubt that my story, appearing in a few newspapers decades ago, held him back. I also doubt he even thinks about it these days. I didn’t lose any sleep over the incident.