It was 5-6 years ago at a game in Buffalo in December. The Pack struggled all game and were losing by 3 I believe in the 4th quarter. With the ball around the 25 yard line 2nd and short, Jordy runs the fly and is 15 yards past everyone. I am standing up in my Green and Gold screaming as it is going to be a 75 yd td pass - the ball is perfectly thrown - and it goes thru his hands. I’ll never forget his anguish, on the field, and then on the sideline.
Having grown up a farm boy, I rolled with laughter at the story of him taking teammates back to his farm and having them impregnate a cow by artificial insemination.
I miss Jordy, but am thankful for the many football memories and off the field stories of care and compassion.