Great sportsmen leave
legacies of definition. Some are so dominant they redefine the game,
forcing changes in the rules. Basketball devised goaltending,
offensive goaltending, widened the lane, and banned the dunk to
neutralise big men, like Bob Kurland, George Mikan, Bill Russell,
Wilt Chamberlain, and Lew Alcindor, when their opponents could not.
Lords made rules to restrict fast bowling after Thompson and Lillie
and the great West Indies attacks of the late 70s.
Greats often have
signature moves, even outside pro wrestling. Deacon's was the head
slap. He didn't invent the head slap, but as he famously said,
'Rembrandt didn't invent paint'. He was so devastating smashing his
open hand over the ear-hole of opponents' helmets that the NFL banned
the move ('hands to the face'), which was still being coached in high
school and college when I played, the celebrated 'ringing his bell'.
And finally, greats are
often defined by their nicknames, different ways of capturing their
greatness which eclipse their given names. The true greats often have
more than one, and some of them are the kind of definers
sportswriters used to make up in the pre-Chris Berman days. Think of
'Babe' Ruth, the Bambino, the Sultan of Swat. Deacon Jones, who has
died aged 74, is one of those rare sportsmen who qualifies in both
those categories, but more than that, he also defined his own
dominance so perfectly, his definition sticks as part of gridiron
football's jargon. 'Deacon' gave himself that name, which has a
threatening, grave-side feel to it, because he didn't want to be just
another David Jones. If he hadn't, in LA he might have been mistaken
for one of the Monkees. But the press also termed him 'the Secretary
of Defense' when he went to Washington.
Starring for the Los
Angeles Rams' defensive line known collectively as 'The Fearsome
Foursome', Deacon specialised in turning the drop-back pass into
hazardous duty for quarterbacks. As he explained: 'you take all the
offensive linemen and put them in a burlap bag, and then you take a
baseball bat and beat on the bag. You're sacking them, you're bagging
them. And that's what you're doing with a quarterback.' The term
'sack' was born, but it took nearly 20 years before it became an
official statistic in 1982.
Which is a shame,
because if anyone had been counting sacks while Deacon was busy
accumulating and defining them, his legacy might well be even greater, if that's possible.
There have been attempts to go back and count sacks, post quarterback
mortem if you will, but its a haphazard business without actual film:
you can't reconstruct a sack from the box score, like baseball
historians did when they retroactively counted saves by pitchers who
saved games before the concept or the stat even existed. The
consensus seems to be that Deacon had two seasons, 1964 and 1968, of
22 sacks each, which would be the NFL record if anyone had been
counting, and if Michael Strahan's bogus sack on Brett Favre's
lie-down were removed from history as it should be. Some historians
give him 26 sacks in 1967 (he was the NFL's defensive player of the
year in both 67 and 68). Coy Bacon is sometimes also credited with 26
sacks in 1976, but in both cases other recounts have lowered the
figure. Deacon's unofficial total of 194, including that 26, would
still rank third all-time.
Deacon's path to the
NFL was not easy. He was expelled from South Carolina State, a black
university, for participating in civil rights protests, and wound up
at Mississippi Vocational College (now Mississippi Valley State)
another segregated institution, but one well off the scouting
circuit. The story is Rams scouts saw him on film, while watching for
someone else, and noticed a 270 pound lineman running down pass
receivers. They drafted him in the 14th round.
He joined a Rams team
that had a decade earlier been the NFL's most exciting and glamorous,
but was struggling. He joined veteran Lamar Lundy to form a good pair
of defensive ends. Coach Bob Waterfield would soon be replaced by
Harland Svare, and the Rams drafted Merlin Olsen with their first
pick in 1962, and he made an immediate impact at tackle. In 1963
Svare traded for his former Giants' teammate Rosey Grier and the
Fearsome Foursome was complete.
Historians will show
there were other references to defensive lines being called 'Fearsome
Foursomes', including one Grier played on, and Svare played behind,
in New York. But the label had been placed on the AFL's Chargers the
year they moved from LA to San Diego, 1961, when the now sadly
overlooked Earl Faison joined Ernie Ladd, Bill Hudson, and Ron Nery.
Maybe the LA press stole the name from San Diego, but when George
Allen arrived as head coach in 1966, he turned the defense loose, and
the Rams' fortunes around.
The Rams might have fallen short of the big prize, but Jones and the Rams captured the hearts of LA, if such things exist in LA, and took advantage of the media opportunities that attention created. Olsen became a successful actor, Jones was a successful singer, did quite a bit of acting and was a frequent pitchman, most famously for Lite beer, and Greir did a bit, as well as becoming an aide to Bobby Kennedy; he was at his side when RFK was killed. Deacon's self-promoting wasn't as flashy as Joe Namaths, but it was always backed up with results—he is a significant figure in the development of modern sportsmen.
Deacon played with the
Rams between 1961-71, two years for the Chargers, and 1974 when he
was reuinted with Allen at the Redskins. That's Allen, in the photo above, presenting Jones when he was inducted into the Hall Of Fame; when Allen went in, posthumously, in 2002, it was Jones whom the family asked to present him.
Jones was All-Pro, unanimously,
every year between 1965-69, and second team three other times. He
went to seven straight Pro Bowls with the Rams, and another with the
Chargers. He was an automatic choice for the 75th
anniversary all-time NFL team picked in 1994. His individual
dominance is hard to assess partly because of the flair with which he
accomplished it, and partly because of the hype, but whenever I look
at all-time teams, and get into the argument of could these guys play
in the modern game, where everyone is bigger and stronger, I point to
Jones, a 270 pound end with strength, quickness, and an arsenal of
pass-rush weapons, and say 'he could'.
Great obit. of a great man. Thanks Mike.
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