Apparently, he wasn’t here to sign autographs, take pictures, answer questions, or even acknowledge our presence.

I wouldn’t say he was aloof, I would say he was laser-focused, and calm.

It was the man's calm assurance that was most palpable.

In 1976, my father took me to an Alabama-Georgia game in Athens. It was a hard sellout.

We were standing at the fence under the bridge when a man approached me and asked if I wanted to work inside. He went on to explain that he was a Sports Illustrated photographer, and needed someone to carry his equipment on the sidelines.

Jackpot!

Next thing I know I’m looking at Bear Bryant from about five-yards-away. I was ju...

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