Wall Street Richard

He's absolutely correct, as he is about most things when he gets a chance to think about them. Alabama is the place for him to think. He relaxes there on a 1,000-acre spread owned by his father-in-law, Elton H. Darby, a multi-zillionaire with holdings in lumber, aviation and real estate. It's a special corner of the world backed up to Wilson Lake and the Tennessee River. There, bouncing around the pastures in his four-wheel-drive vehicle—even in New York, Todd doesn't big-time people with his cars; his wife drives an Audi and he drives a dealer-provided Datsun—he's at peace with himself. "The fact is," he says, "I'm lucky. If I leave this earth tomorrow, it has been a blast. But I've always wanted to stick it out and show the New York fans they were wrong about me. Being a survivor is what's important."

So what do you want out of life, Richard?

"To be a winner."

What would winning the Super Bowl mean to you?

"That I'm a winner."

And how do you want people to remember you?

"I want them to say, 'That Todd was a winner.' That's it."

Anything else?

"What else is there?"