Frank Gifford was the glamor face of professional football before the world learned that there was something glamorous about the sport. Before it became a national obsession. Before there were Monday night games and Super Bowls. Back when star players had off-season jobs because playing in the National Football League was part-time work for almost all of the men who labored there. If there had been such a thing, back then, many of the players would have been Uber drivers from January to September, when they put on the pads and laced up the cleats and went out on the field to play the game.

Gifford was the exception. He was a gifted running back and pass receiver who also played some defense, which wasn’t uncommon in those days. He was also movie-star handsome, articulate, and personable.  He had the glow.