If anyone knew what Johnny Unitas was thinking, they certainly weren’t saying so in print. The Colts, efficient and professional in all things, had just simultaneously made two blockbuster announcements. First, they had discharged their famous head coach, Weeb Ewbank, ending a nine-year reign in which he took the team from virtual bankruptcy to back-to-back world titles. Second, they were replacing him with a relatively unknown thirty-three-year-old Lions assistant who had no head-coaching experience whatsoever. That ambitious young bounder was named Don Shula.
Shula was one of the Colts himself, just a few years before. He spent four years toiling as a defensive back on some horrific teams, only to be released by Coach Ewbank just as the organization was on the threshold of greatness. He had been the teammate of eleven men, including Unitas, who were still active on the roster. Shula was younger than some of the men he was about to lead.
Team owner Carroll Rosenbloom, or “C.R.” to his minions, disposed of Ewbank in a short, private meeting at the Colts’ offices in January 1963. The news was delivered beneath a photograph of Weeb in full command of his champions. Afterward, the owner reported that the deposed coach “took it calmly, and like a man.”
After releasing Ewbank, Rosenbloom, ever the paternalist, made the former head of his organization a rather insulting offer: the victorious coach in the Greatest Game and the man who made the franchise famous was offered an “unspecified job,” in the front office. What would his duties be?
“Well, he couldn’t get into actual coaching,” Rosenbloom told reporters.
Ewbank turned him down. Nevertheless, the deposed coach gladly accepted a severance check for $60,000, enough money, in those days, to buy several well-appointed homes in the Baltimore area for cash.
Shula was having a far better day. Coroneted in grand style, he met the press on the marble floors and Oriental rugs of the Belvedere Hotel, a masterpiece of Gilded Age architecture and a standing relic of a once great city now in steep decline.
Reporters buzzed about the scene and looked for every angle they could find. They made much of the fact that Shula once played for the Colts, they described his physical features (especially his granite jaw), they commented about his almost cocky confidence, and, of course, they marveled at his youth.
They also interviewed the men with numbers on their shirts. Players like Carl Taseff, Bill Pellington, and Gino Marchetti were asked their opinions of the dramatic changes. Ostensibly, it seemed they were chosen for their long-standing knowledge of Shula, but, in fact, they may have been spoon-fed to the press. Behind the scenes these three had, for some time, urged Rosenbloom to make a change. And they all had lobbied for Shula. They were former teammates of the new young coach, they were all from the defensive side of the ball, and they were all Catholic.
Until the day he died the Protestant Ewbank believed that he was undone in Baltimore by a conspiracy of Catholic players.
John Constantine Unitas was Catholic, too, but he wasn’t at Shula’s press conference. The “Golden Arm’s” opinion was neither noted nor even speculated upon by any member of the press. This was in character for Unitas, who could be blunt in personal conversations but was presented to the public as a kind of virtuous warrior who dutifully followed the chain of command. He was also famously unknowable, a laconic loner who seemed to live inside his own head. He certainly would never belong to any clique of players. He had an unusual personal and professional chemistry with Raymond Berry, who shared his passions for the game and unshakable work ethic. But if there was any one man in the organization to whom Unitas was most attached, it was Ewbank himself.
Weeb Ewbank was the only coach of any standing in either college or the professional ranks who had given Unitas a chance, signing him when he was a reject from the Steelers, the worst organization in professional football. As legend had it, the Colts received a postcard from someone who wrote to extol Unitas’s virtues. Based on that they invited him to Baltimore for a special tryout. They were impressed enough by what they saw to keep him.
The truth was slightly different. In fact, the Colts often received communications of one sort or another about amateur players or physical specimens whom they should see. The player himself usually wrote those letters. Not the type of organization to let anything fall through the cracks, the Colts had a tryout for all these players every year. Usually, it was the same day as the Preakness, the famous horse race held at Baltimore’s Pimlico racetrack. Unitas also came to the team’s attention through a note, but he wasn’t the same as the others. Ewbank was waiting for him.
“In the spring we would . . . bring in maybe fifty to sixty boys who had written to us for a tryout,” Charley Winner, a former player of Ewbank’s at Washington University, his son-in-law, and a scout for the Browns, remembered. “In college we had played Louisville [Unitas’s school], and Frank Camp was the coach there for many, many years, very successful. He called Weeb, and he said, ‘Weeb, don’t overlook this boy Unitas. He was drafted by Pittsburgh, but they never gave him a chance.’ So we invited Unitas for that tryout, and as soon as he threw the ball, I mean there was no question about it. He set up pretty quick, he recognized the receiver, and he was right on the money. Go passes he put it right on your fingertips. He could run, too. They called him Stilts ’cause he was kind of stiff at the hips, but he could avoid getting hit. So we signed him right away.”
To an outsider it might have seemed that the coach brought in the young unknown quarterback to keep the bench from getting cold. The Colts already had George Shaw, who had only recently been the very first player chosen in the draft. But Shaw was a player Ewbank had never really wanted, and at practice Weeb paired Unitas with Berry, an unheralded receiver prospect whom the coach had maneuvered to bring to the Colts.
Eventually, Ewbank would pay Otto Graham, the great Cleveland quarterback who had recently retired, to come to Baltimore and tutor the developing Unitas. Graham had taken the Browns to ten championship games in a row and knew the intricacies of the Cleveland offense that Ewbank ran better than anyone else in the world.
In 1956, when Shaw went down with an injured knee in a typically brutal affair against the Bears, all of these machinations came together. Ewbank never hesitated before sending in the rookie Unitas to replace him. When the young quarterback’s first pass was intercepted by the Bears’ J. C. Caroline and run back for a touchdown, the Monsters of the Midway routed the Colts. But the very next week Ewbank penciled Unitas’s name into the starting lineup again. By the end of the season the rookie had a stranglehold on the job. In 1957, just Unitas’s second year, he was voted Most Valuable Player (MVP) of the league.
Ewbank didn’t lead through fear or intimidation; he set an example of professionalism. Rather than drive the men, he saw himself as a teacher. He was highly meticulous about the tiniest details, such as stance, tackling technique, or even the slightest movement of a first step. Once, Royce Womble, a Colts receiver from West Texas, caught a 49-yard touchdown pass, yet Weeb pulled him aside when he came off the field to lecture him about some flaw in how he ran the pattern.
“Now Royce, next time you run it, do this,” Weeb told him, and did a little demonstration.
Womble looked at his coach with a smile and said, “Hell, Weeb, you can’t get any more than six points.”
Ewbank was all business, but he had patience; he understood what it took for a player to develop. Unitas responded to this approach with unprecedented professional success but also with a depth of personal feeling. His own father had died when he was still a very young boy. His mother worked backbreaking jobs, day and night, just to keep the family afloat. So even though he was grown to full maturity and famous in every corner of the nation, even though he was a leader among diverse and tough men, many of whom had been to war, and even though he was already a father with his own family, Unitas may have still felt a painful void. Ewbank filled it with acceptance and gentle guidance. Though the two were of different religious affiliations, they sometimes worshipped together. Once, after Mass, as they walked home, Unitas abruptly turned to Ewbank and told him, “I love you.” Charley Winner, the only other man present, knew exactly what Unitas meant: “Weeb was a father figure to many men,” he said.
If only the relationship between Ewbank and Carroll Rosenbloom was that affectionate. In fact, theirs was a difficult marriage right from the start. Back in 1953 when he was looking for a coach, Rosenbloom’s first choice was Blanton Collier, another Paul Brown acolyte. But Collier, loyal and perhaps even a little fearful of his autocratic boss, turned Rosenbloom down. An anonymous Browns board member had suggested to Rosenbloom that he should pursue Ewbank. But when the Colts asked for permission to speak with him, Coach Brown, a jealous man and notorious double-crosser where his assistants were concerned, told them that Ewbank wasn’t interested.
And then fate stepped in.
Charley Winner happened to be on the same flight as Colts general manager (GM) Don Kellett. He was seated right next to the GM. First, he coaxed Kellett into discussing the Colts’ coaching search with him, and then he told Kellett that Ewbank was, in fact, very interested in the job. He gave Kellett Weeb’s home phone number, and the wheels were officially in motion.
Comically short and stocky, especially compared to the behemoths he ordered around, Weeb looked like a ten-pin ball in a brown suit and a crew cut. Despite his unlikely appearance, Ewbank knew as much about the business of winning football as anyone in the world. He not only coached the Cleveland tackles but was also a shrewd judge of talent who oversaw the Browns’ annual influx of superb draft picks. His head was brimming with invaluable intellectual property.
Yet Rosenbloom settled for him. At the press conference announcing Ewbank’s hiring, the owner wasted no time putting pressure on his new coach. Ewbank will either win or “take the consequences,” the owner told the press, tempering the moment’s joy. And then, just in case anyone missed the subtleties of that, Rosenbloom said with a big, warm grin, “I’d fire my own grandmother if I thought she couldn’t do a winning job.”
Despite the owner’s misgivings, Ewbank instantly brought the organization credibility and a methodology. He and his staff poured through “movies” of all the team’s games from the previous year and graded every Colt on every single play. This dedication created a kind of prescience about talent. For instance, he determined that one of the franchise’s lone bright spots, Gino “the Giant” Marchetti, an offensive tackle under his predecessor, would be more effective disrupting quarterbacks than protecting them. So Ewbank moved the Giant to defensive end, where he quickly established himself as the best pass rusher in the game and an eventual first-ballot Hall of Famer.
In his very first draft with the Colts (1954), Ewbank was restricted from sitting at the team’s table, a constraint that came as a small act of revenge from his fulminating former boss, Paul Brown. A master of gamesmanship, Brown successfully argued to the league that Ewbank was still in transition between the two franchises. Nevertheless, Weeb worked behind the scenes to aid his new team. He surreptitiously urged the Colts to select Southern Methodist University wide receiver Raymond Berry, in the twentieth round, the 232nd player chosen. The coach saw something in Berry, though the offensive and defensive end was still only a junior and appeared to others as slow afoot and a little odd. Berry had never produced much in college; he mostly played defense, and he was too small for that in the pros. On offense he’d caught only thirty-three passes his entire collegiate career to that point (he was a “future” pick with another year of school left). But for Weeb there was a lot to like in the lean, tall young man. Raymond was a coach’s son who was meticulous in his preparation and approach to the game. Ewbank may have imagined a player in Berry who could understand and thrive in a complex professional offense. Whatever Weeb knew that others didn’t, when he urged the fledgling Colts to select Berry, he had corralled a future Hall of Famer, one who would pioneer methods of preparation that fundamentally changed the way the game was played.
Ewbank’s professional improvements to the Colts might’ve been obvious to him, but they weren’t reflected in the bottom line. In his head-coaching debut his team lost to the Rams 48–0. The Colts limped through the rest of their schedule and eventually finished just 3-9. That was the very same record Keith Molesworth, Ewbank’s supposedly inept predecessor, had mismanaged the year before. Worse even than that dismal record, Rosenbloom still didn’t fully trust Ewbank’s judgments a year into their relationship.
The night before selections commenced for the 1955 draft, dissension broke out in the Colts’ hotel room. Ewbank told Rosenbloom he was prepared to select Georgia Tech linebacker Larry Morris. But one of his youngest assistant coaches, Joe Thomas, pushed his way into the conversation and impertinently spoke up to disagree with his boss. Thomas addressed the owner directly and argued that the team currently had enough defensive talent to compete. What the Colts needed, Thomas said, was an infusion of offense.
Thomas argued that the man to take was George Shaw, the highly regarded quarterback from Oregon. Rosenbloom sided with Thomas, then just a kid in his twenties, over his experienced head coach. The next morning, with the first and third overall picks in the draft, the Colts selected Shaw number one and, two picks later, collared Alan “the Horse” Ameche, the Heisman Trophy–winning fullback from Wisconsin.
With Shaw and Ameche somewhat thrust upon him, Ewbank never quite took to either. Shaw initially wore the mantle of first player chosen pretty well. He had a strong arm, and he was mobile, a fast runner who maneuvered well in the pocket. He quickly became the Colts’ starter and generated a great deal of excitement among the fans. Yet Shaw never really amounted to much in Baltimore. After just a year or so at the helm he was injured and supplanted by a man who was his polar opposite, a scrap heaper who showed up not with fanfare but with a touch of bursitis in his throwing shoulder. That player was Unitas.
Ameche, of course, became a fabled name. He was permanently canonized in the lore of professional football as the man who plunged over the goal line and defeated sudden death in the Greatest Game Ever. Yet Ewbank saw him until the end as spoiled. They would accomplish great things together, the Horse and the keeper of the Colts, but they would simply never see eye-to-eye.
Larry Morris, the linebacker Ewbank had favored over Shaw with that first pick, went to the Rams. Eventually, he was traded to Chicago, where he led the pre-Butkus Monsters to the 1963 NFL Championship. He was voted MVP of that title game and later named to the NFL’s All-Decade Team for the 1960s.
The most interesting year of the rebuilding process was 1956, which also happened to be the first season NFL games were nationally televised by CBS. The Colts improved ever so slightly, going 5-7. To the rest of the world they still appeared to be a second-division team, but Ewbank, at least, could see some major progress. First, the Colts beat the Bears right out of the gate in the season opener. That was a significant victory. Chicago would finish the year as the Western Division champs. Weeks later, in the rematch, the Colts were soundly defeated but enjoyed what may have been the single most important in-season improvement a football team ever made when Shaw injured his knee and young Johnny Unitas tentatively shuffled in to replace him.
Things were changing as Weeb’s plans were accelerating. Like the Israelites fated to wander the desert until the slave generations had passed, Colts players who made up the early losing teams faded away, while the great players of the nascent dynasty stepped to the fore. Though the transition was dramatic, it wasn’t always easy to determine the has-beens from the genuine Colts.
Don Shula was a strong case in point. A defensive halfback, as cornerbacks were then called, Shula started in the NFL as an unlikely prospect. The Colts picked him up in the famous five-for-ten trade with the Browns. Cleveland, the most advanced organization in professional football at that time, had discovered him almost by accident. Paul Brown and his entire staff alighted for Cleveland Stadium one fine fall day in 1950 to see the players for Syracuse, a national powerhouse in town to play the tiny Ohio school John Carroll University. John Carroll didn’t produce many NFL prospects, and Shula, then a not-too-swift running back, wasn’t on anyone’s radar. But Shula from nearby Grand River, Ohio, had a big day, rushing for more than 100 yards in the upset victory over the Orangemen. One of the Browns’ coaches, acting as a scout, suggested that the team draft Shula and his teammate Carl Taseff.
That scout was Weeb Ewbank.
In the pros Shula projected as a defensive back. At five feet eleven he had decent size but lacked the speed typically required to cover NFL receivers. Nevertheless, Cleveland selected him in the ninth round of the 1951 draft, and Shula, having grown up in Ohio idolizing Otto Graham, was delighted to be with the Browns.
In his first year in Cleveland Shula proved that he belonged in the NFL. He played in twelve games, the regular-season total in those days, and raked in four interceptions. But in his second year, splitting time between the Browns and the army, he got into just five games and didn’t pick off a single pass. Despite the promise Shula had shown as a rookie, Cleveland’s interest in him waned, and he was packaged in the huge deal with Baltimore.
Shula and Taseff both went to the Colts, two of ten Browns sent to the talent-starved franchise. Though the Colts got double the players, they were also somewhat fleeced, since Cleveland picked up Mike McCormick from Baltimore, a future Hall of Fame tackle.
When Ewbank was named Colts coach a year after that deal, it reunited Shula and his old benefactor. Shula responded to Ewbank and his staff and became an integral cog of the early Colts. He would enjoy his salad days as a player in Baltimore, intercepting five passes per season for two straight years and picking off fourteen passes altogether in his four-year Baltimore career. Nevertheless, the Colts were an atrocious team during Shula’s four seasons with the club, winning only sixteen games in that time and never finishing above fourth place.
Shula’s successes belied the fact that his coaches didn’t think much of his ability. “He wasn’t talented,” defensive coach Charley Winner confirmed.
But he was smart.
Shula was the “quarterback” of the defense, the man who called all the plays in the huddle. Even though “he didn’t have speed,” as Charley Winner said, he knew how to compensate for his shortcomings. “He used his head; he used his head to try to get position.
“Corner is a tough job,” Charley Winner said. “You’re out there all by yourself. The formations haven’t changed that much [today, from back then]. We had flood formations and everything else they have today. They found a way to isolate somebody. Shula called the coverages out there, so he would always put himself in an advantageous position.”
Shula’s precocious intelligence didn’t necessarily make him the most coachable player. Winner remembered that Shula “would recognize a receiver’s talents, but he wouldn’t always listen [to his coach’s advice].
“I always watched the opposing team warm up,” Winner remembered. “We were playing the 49ers one year, and Gordie Soltau, a receiver, was running a 15-yard out on Shula’s side of the field. Shula was playing right cornerback. I hadn’t seen [Soltau] do that before. So I went over to Shula, and I said, ‘Don, I have a suspicion that they are going to open up the game with a deep out on you.’ ‘Aw, no, they won’t do that,’ Shula said. They opened up the game with a deep gain on him.”
In the early ’50s Charley Winner was an ambitious young man on the cusp of building one of the greatest defenses in league history. He had his eyes on his future and was already thinking of the day when he might be a head coach. Like his mentor, Ewbank, Winner was adept at evaluating talent. He could distinguish between a winning player and a pretender like Shula, and he could spot coaching talent, too.
“Don studied the game,” Winner said. “I always had it in the back of my mind that if I ever got a head-coaching job, I’m going to hire that guy Shula, because he was a smart player and he was a worker.”
In fact, Shula unselfishly mentored many young Colts on the finer points of professional football. He generously tutored inexperienced defensive teammates on the intricacies of the Colts’ system, though one of them, one day, might very well take his job. He also provided invaluable instruction to someone who could really do him some damage.
“I was a struggling young player who didn’t know his butt from first base about being a professional wide receiver,” Raymond Berry remembered. “I came out of a college where I basically played defense, and running pass routes was totally outside of my whole realm of experience. [Shula] was just supportive and helpful to a guy who was struggling not to get cut. He tried to teach me little things that could help me as a receiver. He was a critical factor in me, I think, staying around my rookie year.”
Whatever Shula was teaching, it was working. Berry developed into an extraordinarily intelligent and meticulous pass catcher. He spent many extra hours every day working on the moves and techniques that would soon revolutionize the game. His dawn-till-dusk workmate was the team’s unknown backup quarterback, Unitas. The two quickly developed an extraordinary personal and professional chemistry.
On the surface Unitas, Berry, and Shula were similar players. None was particularly imposing athletically, but all three rose high above what others thought they were capable of accomplishing. And they all did it with great intelligence and dedication to the craft.
Unitas and Shula, especially, were extraordinarily similar men. Both were devout Catholics and no-nonsense Rust Belt characters. Their families were barely removed from Eastern Europe. Shula’s people were Hungarian. Unitas was a second-generation Lithuanian. Shula was from Ohio. Unitas was born and raised a couple hours east, in Pittsburgh. Shula’s father worked a variety of jobs for incredibly low wages. He jumped from a hothouse, where he was paid $9 a week to tend roses, to a fishing boat, where the quality of the air plummeted but the pay jumped all the way up to $15 per week. Shula, who often accompanied his dad to work, would maintain an aversion to boats and fish for the rest of his life.
Unitas’s father, Francis, exhibited many of the same qualities, both admirable and disappointing, that would later arise in his son. He was an enterprising man who had his own business delivering and shoveling coal for his neighbors, most of whom labored in and around the great blast furnaces that wrought America’s steel. He performed backbreaking work to provide for his family, yet he was also not above taking departures from his loyalty to them. He was an unfaithful husband, and in the most unimaginable way. One of his affairs was conducted with his wife’s sister. That dalliance with his sister-in-law produced a daughter, Dorothy, who was raised as a cousin rather than as a sibling to the children Francis had with his wife, Helen.
Francis died young. Curiously, it wasn’t his excessive sexual behavior that did him in; it was his sterling work ethic. One cold, damp September night, he labored around the clock, shoveling coal until morning. No doubt, through the many hours of darkness that he worked, he thought of the rest he would get in the morning. But instead of sleep he got pneumonia. Like John Henry of the folk story, he had literally worked himself to death in one grand exertion. The only differences were that he did it with a shovel instead of a hammer and that he had a real-life wife and children depending on him. At the time of his death Francis Unitas was thirty-eight years old. The future greatest quarterback who ever lived, John Constantine Unitas, was only five.
In pro football Unitas and Shula found a potential path out of their fathers’ traps. The NFL offered them a better paycheck, and a lot more than that. In football there was a standing to be gained. The similarities between a hard hat and a helmet were easy enough to see. They were both plastic shells, protection from dangerous work. But they represented dramatically different lives. The hard hat epitomized mere subsistence and guaranteed lifelong anonymity; the helmet had the allure of a fame that might last many generations beyond a lifetime. Theirs was a society turning from culture to popular culture, right before their eyes. Their world was exploding with the images and icons that motion pictures, periodicals, newspapers, radio, and especially television created. Football could be their vehicle to the American table and take them far beyond any other work for which their backgrounds and educations might have prepared them.
In 1956 Unitas and Shula were both fighting like hell to keep the helmet and toss the hard hat. With the one a cornerback and the other a quarterback, they were squaring off against each other every day in practice. Competition was endemic to their careers; all the men around them competed every single day. Yet there must have been a great deal going on under the skin when these two particular men, so similar, battled each other. One was an established veteran with notable successes over the years covering some of the best receivers in the game. The other was just a dubious rookie whose only other brief experience in pro football was a rank embarrassment.
They “were both off-the-board competitors,” Raymond Berry said, “as much as any players or coaches I’ve been around in all my years in the game.”
Those confrontations, on the surface, were like thousands of others on practice fields across the nation, but they also weren’t. Unitas and Berry versus Shula for a few yards of real estate would have huge implications for all three men, the game of professional football, and even the culture at large.
For one thing, Unitas’s and Berry’s tangles with Shula convinced Ewbank and the other coaches that the two long shots belonged; they could line up against an established player like Shula and come out on top. And so the quarterback and the receiver gained the toehold in professional football that had so painfully eluded Unitas in Pittsburgh. Soon, boosted by television, they would be a lot more than just football players. They would be icons of a manly code and creators of a billion-dollar industry.
On the other hand, Shula’s practice-field tangles with Unitas and Berry left him on the ledge of missing everything. When the coaches noticed that he could not successfully cover the new players, he was let go. The very coach who had discovered him at a second-rate school and who had forcefully advocated for his entry into the league had just told him, at the prime age of only twenty-six, that he wasn’t good enough anymore.
Years later Shula described the feeling of being cut as an almost rage. “I was so damned mad I didn’t know what to do,” he told John Underwood, a Sports Illustrated writer. “I had sunglasses on and I was glad of that because the players were going out to practice and I had to pass by. I got in my car, and I went out on the Beltway and just drove. Somebody said I threatened to go back and poke Weeb in the nose but that’s not true.”
Whatever the truth of it was, Shula would never again play for Baltimore. Just down I-95 a piece, the Washington Redskins were looking for a veteran defensive back, and they quickly snatched him up for the 1957 season. Washington was Shula’s third professional team in his brief career, so he was officially a journeyman.
Getting cut from Baltimore may have been a trauma to Shula, but to Ewbank it was nothing more than a necessary step in the development of the great team he wanted to build. As marginal men like Shula left Baltimore’s defensive backfield, superb players came to take their places. One of them was Andy Nelson, a quarterback and defensive back from Memphis State. Nelson impressed his Colts teammates so much with his aggressive play that they nicknamed him “Hard Nose.”
“Andy was a heck of a football player,” Coach Charley Winner remembered. “They sent me down to sign him when I was with the Colts. And Kellett said, ‘Okay, Charley, start at $7,000 and go to $7,500 [if necessary].’ So I had Andy up in a hotel room, and boy, I’m talking him blue in the face, and he’s just sitting back there, looking at me. Finally, he says to me, ‘Hell, Charley, you don’t have to give me all that bullshit. I’m going to sign with you.’ So I gave him the full $7,500, I liked him so much.”
Despite stockpiling a cache of talent, the Colts’ coaches had their problems. By 1957 Ewbank was entering his fourth season at the helm, and under his tutelage the team had never won more than five games in a season. He continually stressed organization and team building, but Rosenbloom, highly impatient, was dubious.
As the season started, however, everything was calm. Unitas led the attack. And the defense with Marchetti, Arthur Donovan, and many future Pro Bowlers was quickly developing into one of the best in league history.