This is well before cell phones were out there, and I was up in Michigan, where my parents had a cabin. I went out and played golf with my brothers and dad. My brother, Bob, had played briefly for the Cleveland Browns and was a tight end as well. He was supposed to get drafted three years prior to me, but had had a shoulder surgery that summer… When he was in the draft they had 12 rounds instead of the seven today, and he sat through all 12 without hearing his name called. We knew how frustrating Draft Day could be, and decided to go play golf.
My mom stayed home in case the phone rang, but we had a good idea of where I was going to get drafted. I was selected on Day 2, in Round 4. I had gotten a call from the Bengals, who said they might take me with the last pick in the 3rd round. I had wanted to get picked on Day 1, just to say that I could. But they didn’t end up picking me, so I had to sleep through the night into the second day. But getting the phone call from Don Shula was pretty cool, and I remember that like it was yesterday. We had to be at the house and grab the line phone with the cord!