It was a hot late spring night in the French Quarter around the year 2005. As the NOPD officer’s eyes scanned over my California issued Driver’s License, my heart raced and I struggled to stay calm and collected.
His eyes seemingly paused on my address in San Francisco. “If you don’t answer my next question correctly,” the officer stated, “you’re going to jail tonight.” With the status of my clean adult criminal record in possible jeopardy, I wondered what possible question this officer could ask me, and what possible answer might get me out of this mess.
The officer looked me straight in the eye and asked pointedly, “Who’s the greatest NFL quarterback of all time?