Dear Trent Jordan Watt,
I know you go by T.J. And that people know you as T.J., especially all those quarterbacks you have sacked and all those offensive coordinators you have deprived of perfectly good REM. I recently asked the great Dick LeBeau why he signed his book, “Legendary: The 2008 Pittsburgh Steelers Defense, The Zone Blitz, And My Six Decades In The NFL,” to you starting with “Trent Jordan.”
“I want him to know that I know his real name,” LeBeau told me.
That is the ’ol ball coach for you, Trent Jordan. He was like that with his guys, too, always letting them know that he saw them as more than just football players.