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A Rose By Any Other Name
Paul Zimmerman
July 30, 1984
Steeler linebacker Jack Lambert is not known as a sweetie, but he sure knows the sweet smell of success
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July 30, 1984

A Rose By Any Other Name

Steeler linebacker Jack Lambert is not known as a sweetie, but he sure knows the sweet smell of success

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"It's funny to see how different people take their playing days of old—Jim Brown making a big deal out of coming back because Franco runs out of bounds, Huff sending nice letters. Isn't it enough that Brown is remembered as the greatest running back? I'd like to think I'll be like Huff. I'd like to say I played the best I could. If somebody comes along and makes the fans forget about me, God bless him. I hope he makes more interceptions and tackles. I can't envision myself 15 years from now being bitter about another linebacker."

"Once in the locker room," says Jack Lambert Sr., "Jack told me, 'You know, Dad, I feel like I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time. I belong with the Steelers of the '30s and '40s. Win or lose, I'm a Steeler.'

"The first year he was drafted I had a heart attack. I said, 'God, please let me see his first year in professional football. Let me live that long.' Here it is 10 years later and I'm still alive. Someone says, 'Your son's gonna be in the Hall of Fame.' Here I go again.... God, please let me live to see that. Jack gives me something to live for."

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