Despite his elevated position in the reggae world, Starke has failed to alter the standard R & B-for-blacks, C & W-for-whites musical orientation of the Redskins. He listens mainly to jazz at home and can be comfortable riding around in Grimm's jeep and listening to cowboy music. But he's encouraging a local group called Black Sheep to record the Redskin fight song to a reggae tempo. The working title is Hail to the Dreadskins.
Even with all those projects, Starke's life would've been incomplete without Washington's Super Bowl XVII victory. "He's got inner peace now that he's won it," says Taft Snowdon, a D.C. attorney and one of Starke's closest friends. "No matter how he pretends it didn't mean that much, it did. It was a kind of vindication for all the years he never made the Pro Bowl or any All-Star teams."
Starke knows it was his association with the Hogs that provided him with the fullest measure of his fame. He thought of that as he approached the podium at the Four Seasons Hotel in Washington on April 19 to receive Columbia's John Jay award for distinguished professional achievement. The only athlete to earn the award, he had worked four days in the Georgetown University library researching the life of Jay, the first chief justice of the United States, the better to make a meaningful speech and a suitable impression, but now he suddenly decided to change gears. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began. "I'm Head Hog." A standing ovation followed.