Instant
Replay: The Green Bay Diary of Jerry Kramer – Jerry Kramer, Dick Schapp (1968)
I have loved the sport of American
Football, specifically the National Football League, ever since I was a
youngster. It was one of the first “American”
things that I fully embraced after my family moved to Houston, Texas from Ponce
in Puerto Rico. I remember the bike I
got for Christmas that year. It was a
Houston Oilers BMX-style bike. I loved
that bike! The Oilers were my favorite
team right away, even though it took me quite a few years to actually
understand even the basics of the sport.
In fact, to this day I still watch games and learn something new nearly
every single time. The complexities
involved have kept me deeply interested.
Even though I have loved football for over 35 years now, I never took
much interest in reading about the sport itself. I read magazine articles and articles online,
but I never dug into the vast library of published work on American Football.
What I have seen countless times are
any and all NFL Films programs put together by the Sabol family. I learned the game’s history from these
films. I appreciated the stories about
teams that won championships when my father was only a decade old. I especially loved seeing the yearly re-runs
that ESPN would air before the Super Bowl.
They consisted of 30 minute highlights of each Super Bowl leading up to
the current one. I saw the great Vince
Lombardi and his Green Bay Packers win the first two Super Bowls. I saw Broadway Joe lead the Jets to a
guaranteed victory. I saw the shots of
what seemed to me to be grizzled old men, fighting it out on the gridiron for
the championship. These men were younger
than I am now, but to a young kid or teenager, they were ancient-looking
warriors! I learned not only about the
past greats, but also the lore of each team, of the league itself, from the
Doomsday Defense to the Purple People Eaters.
I learned about players and teams from before the Super Bowl era. I memorized the names of the great coaches
and the great athletes, and I dreamed of seeing my team win the big one.
Out of all those films, none made
the impression on me that the Green Bay Packers’ films did. There was only one reason for this, and that
was Coach Vince Lombardi. Here was a man
who seemed on the verge of a histrionic fit, screaming at his men, shouting about
their mistakes and errors, but his men all loved him, admired him, and would do
anything to please the man. He seemed,
and still seems, like the epitome of a great coach. His voice alone was thrilling. In 1967, the Green Bay Packers won their
second consecutive Super Bowl and their third consecutive NFL
championship. Coach Lombardi retired
after that year. In reading articles
from sportswriters, they would sometimes quote a book by Green Bay offensive
lineman Jerry Kramer. Mr. Kramer was
asked before the season began to use a tape recorder to take down his thoughts
daily as the preseason and then the season progressed. This is the book that resulted from those
recordings.
A wonderful aspect of this book is
that it is purely episodic. It is a
nearly daily diary of the events that occurred in Packers training camp and during
the season. There are eleven positions
on both the offense and the defense of a football team. Mr. Kramer played Offensive Line,
specifically Left Guard. That not only
meant that he had to block the most fearsome lineman of the opposing team each
week, but that he did so in obscurity and anonymity. O-line players do not accrue stats. They do not touch the football. Their work is not glamorous and highly violent. Anyone could have written a relatively
entertaining account of what a quarterback’s season was like, or a running
back, or a star defensive linebacker. It
is beautiful how this year’s tale is described by one of the men in the
trenches. This shines a light on a world
that even a die-hard football fan sees little of and hears even less of.
Mr. Kramer discussed the doubts that
come in training camp, whether he is willing to abuse his body once again,
whether he can escape injury and make it through the whole season, whether or
not he should just quit while ahead and leave the game behind. He fears for the jobs of the marginal players,
as the team rosters must be cut down by the start of the season. He details life outside the game, and how
little things like a group of teammates going to the local bowling alley to
have a bottle of “pop” after brutal practices allowed them to feel human. He describes his relationships with his
teammates, with his coaches, and with the other NFL players. He recounts his most fearsome opponents, men
like Alex Karras and Merlin Olsen, huge brutes who were as fast and intelligent
as they were massive and violent.
Greatest of all, he describes Coach Lombardi, with unflinching
words. He states flatly at times that he
has hated no one more than Coach Lombardi, and then he describes how much love
he feels for the man when Coach Lombardi breaks down sobbing after trying to
announce his impending retirement. He
paints the full picture, and quotes the great coach liberally. It is like being there in the locker room. I got amped up at times just hearing Lombardi’s
words echo in my head. Having seen him
on film so many times in my life, I carry his loud, Italian New Yorker voice in
my brain with me. I would guess anyone
who worked for him or was coached by him has the same.
One cool thing about the 1967 Green
Bay Packers season is that the NFL Championship game that year was and is
remembered as the “Ice Bowl.” American
Football has quite a few legendary games, each with their own nickname, and the
Ice Bowl was one of the first I ever learned about from NFL Films. The Dallas Cowboys and the Packers met in
Green Bay and played a game in a temperature of 14 below zero, the coldest game
on record at the time. The game was evenly
fought and was won at the last minute by the Packers who, after a masterful
drive by QB Bart Starr, plunged into the end zone on a QB run with Jerry Kramer
providing the lead block. It was so cool
to read Mr. Kramer’s descriptions of that day as I had seen it on video so many
times.
(*side
note, in 2006 I drove by myself to Canton OH to see my old Oiler’s QB Warren
Moon get inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame alongside other
greats. The day after the ceremonies, I
headed to the Cracker Barrel to go get some breakfast and who should I be
sitting next to but the great one himself, Mr. Bart Starr and his wife enjoying
some fried eggs. It was like eating with
royalty for me. I did not bother the
man, but wow.)
(This book can be purchased here: AMAZON )
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