What a freaking terrible thing to wake up to. I feel somewhat ashamed admitting this as a grown man, but when I heard Forrest had passed, I teared up a little bit.
I don't give a damn what he did or didn't accomplish as a Head Coach with the Packers. Not anymore. It was frustrating as a young teen sitting at County Stadium watching the Packers suffer through years of mediocrity, yes, but what he did on the field during the Lombardi years, even though it all sadly happened before I was born, secured his place in Packer lore forever. His failure as Head Coach in Green Bay doesn't diminish his accomplishments, or the kind of man he was.
Over the years, stories have popped up about Forrest Gregg on the news down here where I live, as he's an SMU legend. The guy was respected as a leader on the field, and a man with a good heart off of it. Bengals players he coached are singing his praises, as they should. He might have had a strong work ethic coming to Green Bay, but it's little surprise that one of Lombardi's "guys" was a disciplinarian in Cincy. Anthony Munoz, one of the greatest left tackles to ever play the game, revered Gregg.
Parkinson's is a bleeping terrible disease.
RIP, Forrest. I'm sure that Vince and the other guys were there to greet you at the pearly gates.