After more than 30 years as a reporter, many of my assignments and interviews are a blur. But some of my memories from the late 1970s include weekly visits to booster clubs meetings for the San Francisco 49ers and Oakland Raiders.
Jim Jenkins, my first sports editor at The Sacramento Bee, sent me to Monday nigh meetings at either the Dante Club or Neptune’s Table, both Sacramento restaurants.
The invited players — Joe Montana to Ken Stabler, Cliff Branch to Dwight Clark — talked over dinner to fans about the previous day’s game and then gave outlooks for the next week’s contest.
One of the frequent guests at the Raiders’ gatherings was Gene Upshaw, the Pro Football Hall of Fame guard who died Aug. 21 of pancreatic cancer. He was age 63, which corresponds to his uniform number.
I was a cub reporter at the time, didn’t know much about National Football League (and still don’t). But it was a great indoctrination to interviewing, and players like Upshaw, while intimidating, were always professional.
I can’t remember what I asked Upshaw in the half-dozen times I interviewed him. But I do have a lasting memory. It’s a photograph of me interviewing Upshaw following one of the booster club meetings.

Gene Upshaw, NFLPA executive director
I have a full beard, notebook and pen in hand and I’m looking up at Upshaw while he’s answering a question. I look young, which I was at about age 25.
The picture of Upshaw accompanying his obituary in newspapers today looks nothing like the menacing lineman who several years was voted among the top 100 football players in NFL history.
I guess we all change in 30 years. Farewell, Gene Upshaw. Thank you for being nice to a cub reporter.