The very first day I got to Pittsburgh after being drafted by the Steelers, we were taken to the locker room to find where our lockers would be. I walked over to my locker, which was all the way to the right as soon as you entered the locker room, and sat down in my chair in front of my locker. As I was sitting there, the head equipment director (Tony Parisi) came over to me and said âdo you know whose locker this is?â For a second I thought it was a trick question. Then, I thought I had sat down at the wrong locker, so I looked up and saw my name plate right above me, so I said âmine?â. He said, âNo, this is Franco Harris' locker. This is where he lockered.â
Everyday I got to my locker I thought of that. Over time I would get to know Franco. As great of a player he was and making the greatest play in NFL History, he was a better human--and that is what I will miss.
He is the centerpiece of a city and a franchise that will never forget him. He brought hope to so many that needed it on that playoff day in 1972. He is a woven part of the fabric of Pittsburgh and Steelers Nation forever. Love you Franco, RIP!