I idolized Pinkett. He was a year ahead of me and was pretty much the BMOC my first three years.
Like many, I both feared and loved Emil.
The complaint those days was that our offense was nothing but 'Pinkett, Pinkett, Pass, Punt'.
I ran into Pinkett one day at the bookstore. I introduced myself and tried at stay calm, and he was like everyone always said - friendly and gracious. I actually called my dad (ND, '53) that evening to tell him of my encounter. He then relayed a similar story from his days. It seems one day he was swimming in St Joe's lake, and was struggling to climb up to the floating dock, when suddenly who reached down to help him onto the dock? LEON HART! My dad was just euphoric, and couldn't believe that Leon Hart would help him onto the dock.
The cycle of life, brother.