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Throughout the eighties and nineties, I had the good fortune to spend the first week of December in New York for the College Football Hall of Fame Dinner which brought about the opportunity to conclude the trip in Washington with a Redskin game. This resulted in time spent with Huff and former Redskin quarterback, Sonny Jurgensen. These two Redskin icons became the most popular men in the nation’s capital. Slipping into the Redskin broadcast booth to hear Sonny and Sam call a Washington game was the best entertainment I ever had at a football game.

Sam, like so many Redskin fans, who listened to WMAL radio, was a great admirer of Jurgensen. “I’m telling you, Sonny is more popular in this town than the President,” Sam often said. “I’m not talking about the sitting President—any President.”

I often joined them at one of their favorite watering holes, Duke Zeibert’s, where “any” President might just show up on occasion. Cronkite, leading columnists, senators and countless celebrities, including Redskin owner, Jack Kent Cooke, dined there. An Atlanta native, Morris Siegel, a clever columnist, constantly frequented Duke’s. He became Duke’s court jester.

The restaurant was the site of an all-time one-liner chorus. Cynicism reigned supreme. The laughs never stopped. Siegel, the classic raconteur, knew everybody in the city and was always entertaining Sonny and Sam. With his inside connections, “Mo” scooped a lot of reporters in town.

Huff, who loved his life in Manhattan, became embittered with former Giant coach Allie Sherman who traded him to Washington— so much so that in a game with the Giants in 1966, the Redskins had scored 69 points and was in possession of the ball in the final seconds of play. Sam called time out which puzzled everybody including Jurgensen and then coach Otto Graham. “Who called time out?” they exclaimed. Sam cracked, “Sonny, Charlie Gogolak needs some field goal practice.” Up went the 72nd point. NFL feuds sometimes die hard.

Later, Huff looked up Sherman and made peace. “I’m not going to hold a grudge the rest of my life,” he told the former coach. By that time, Sam had landed a job as a vice president with Marriott, specializing in sports travel and marketing. Most NFL teams, owing to Sam, put their teams up at Marriott facilities across the country, and it grew from there.

While he made good money as a star with the Giants, Huff never made the big money that players make today. With his warm smile, genial personality and engaging management style, he made it big in the corporate world. Being traded to Washington turned out good for him.

I invited him to speak in Georgia a couple of times, and he was a big hit with his inside stories and clean humor. He never told off color jokes in public. A first class story teller doesn’t have to do that. While he could deftly deal in hand-to-hand combat on the field, Huff was always the gentleman in public.

One of the most enjoyable friendships I ever had was with Sam Huff and his buddy, Sonny Jurgensen, who always outranked “any” President when it came to Potomac popularity. Do I ever miss those days!

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