Bart Starr, The Man

I was at the Green Bay Packers game against the Detroit Lions at Lambeau Field in 2002 when old-time Packers players were being honored at halftime.

I was 12 and it was my first Packers game, having made the the drive up from my hometown of Chicago that morning. The game was great, as expected, and the Packers won 40-14.

After the game, my dad and I hit up a Dairy Queen in town for some celebratory ice cream. As we walked in, none other than Bart Starr himself was there sitting in one of the booths with his wife.

Hesitant to bother him, but too excited to pass up the opportunity, I asked him to sign my hat and he happily did so. He also went out of his way to chat with my dad (a Green Bay native and long-time Packers fan going back to the Ice Bowl days) for a while. He even took his business card so he could send full 8×10 autographed photos to me and my other siblings.

Sure enough, a couple weeks later, that action shot arrived in the mail and to this day it sits framed on my desk reading, “Best wishes for a great future. Bart Starr.”

This story was submitted by Karen Lynn Hall of Hollywood, California.