The years droned
on. Oh, how they droned on! Lujack retired and Luckman quit, and Halas brought
in Steve Romanik and Bobby Williams at quarterback. When they didn't make it he
brought in more, till it reached the point where we never knew who our
quarterback would be from one game to the next. Usually it wouldn't be me. It
would be Ed Brown or Zeke Bratkowski or Romanik or Williams or Tommy O'Connell
or who knows? The point is: no one quarterback was ever allowed to stick around
long enough to learn the system.
The whole thing
pains me when I think about it. More than anything else, it was the total and
absolute inconsistency that wore me down and broke my spirit. By the time the
1958 season was over, I knew I was on my way out of pro football. In the whole
1958 season I threw the ball seven times, and I could tell they'd given up on
me. I was 31 years old and I was on the bench.
Before the 1959
season opened, Halas called me in. "George," he said, "I don't know
whether you can make our club this year."
said, "I'll have to have some kind of assurance that I'm going to
"I can't give
you any assurance at all. You have three options. First, you can stay on as a
"I won't stay
on just as a kicker," I said. I won't play for anybody just as a kicker,
there's option No. 2. You can come back and try to make the team as a
quarterback, but I don't think you're going to beat out Bratkowski, Brown and
Rudy Bukich, not at your age."
third option?" I asked.
you trade me?"