The story you are about to read is true. Nothing but my memory has been altered. This REALLY happened.
“You son of a bitch.”
Jim Everett said some variation of that as he walked across the room to greet Ronnie Lott. It was a few years ago, at a Lott Trophy spring luncheon in Newport Beach. “I still can’t believe you got to that ball.”
Three of us were standing there: Everett, Lott, and me. I was chatting up Lott about something or another when Everett, still looking boyish in his 50s, walked over. A quarter century after the fact, we all knew. We were all at Candlestick Park that mid-January day in 1990.