His biggest thrill? A 10-7 overtime win against the Miami Dolphins that all but clinched the division in 1975.

“That’s the game where I learned my wife, Mary Sue, was pregnant,” Kunz said.

Come again?

“Before the kickoff, Dr. Edmond McDonald [the Colts team doctor] who’d been treating my wife, came up to me and said, ‘How are you doing, Daddy?’ That was the first I’d heard of it. Then, after we won, [coach] Ted Marchibroda’s wife brought all of the wives into the locker room.”

Mary Sue Kunz got the biggest hug. Their son Matt, who also played football at Notre Dame, is now a city councilman in Milton, Ga.

Kunz still chats with old teammates. Several years ago, he and fellow linemen Robert Pratt, Elmer Collett and Ken Mendenhall went quail hunting with Jones in west Texas.

“When we come together, it’s like we’ve never been apart,” he said.

Despite the football plaudits, Kunz is seldom recognized, courtroom appearances aside.

“My wife and I went out to dinner and this kid came over with paper and pencil. He said, ‘Excuse me, sir, but didn’t you used to be somebody?’ That describes the anonymity of an offensive lineman,” he said.

“If I ever write a book, that will be the title.”

mike.klingaman@baltsun.com