Mr. Bednarik lived in the same town as me and we belonged to the same church. I always saw him and and we occasionally spoke about different things. As tough and nasty of a reputation he had, he was very soft-spoken and kind, which is the side most people don't know about or believe. He was also a very generous person in the community which received no publicity at all, and he would have wanted it that way.
Deep down he was still an Eagle at heart sporting a custom plate he had on the back of his green pick-up truck he drove. He is gone now, but I think of him every time I look up the hill towards his tombstone and look forward to the day after we finally win a Super Bowl I will be able to walk up to his grave and tell him that "This ****** drought is OVER !!!!"