The black chauffeured cars begin to arrive outside of NFL headquarters midtown Manhattan just before lunch on an overcast morning in early March. A banner hanging outside the main entrance welcoming Super Bowl champions of the past century does little to brighten the drab, corporate exterior of professional football’s nerve center, but it is bigger than in years past and it helps keep the older players shuffling around at the drop-off point from missing the front doors, as they had during previous reunions.
Scott Norwood steps out of a warm Uber and is delighted to see Curt Knight up ahead.