Lenny Moore can hardly attend an NFL function without some gnarly old linebacker wagging his finger at the 78-year-old Baltimore Colts Hall of Fame running back and telling Moore something he already knows.
"Lenny," the old-timer will say, "I had a bead on you so many times out there, I was going to knock the living hell out of you. But then I'd look up and, all of a sudden, here comes Jim Parker — and he'd get me first."
Moore will listen, smile and nod. Then he'll look skyward and thank the man upstairs — No. 77, the big lug with the horseshoe on his helmet — for running interference.
Parker, the first...