As a boy growing up in the 1960's in the country just outside of West Bend, Wisconsin, I vividly remember Sunday afternoons watching the Packers with my Dad on our black and white TV. These were the Lombardi glory years. Bart Starr, Jim Taylor, Max McGee, Willie Davis, Ray Nitschke, et al. Five championships in seven years.
Everyone had their own favorite player. For me it was number five, Paul Hornung. I was spellbound watching him carry the ball on the vaunted Packer sweep. He was so smooth, always setting up his blocks perfectly, patiently waiting for the hole, and then running to daylight.