There had to be something more I could have done. The Alaska Sports Hall of Fame voting ends tonight and the man I should have cast a vote for had just appeared in view.
I saw he and his wife get out of a taxi at Thunder Mountain High School last weekend. He was instantly recognizable. His chiseled Alaskan native/Norwegian face, the broad shoulders that kept larger opponents at bay, the large hands that could palm an old worn spherical leather ball, the oaken legs that spirited his body past defenses.
I knew him mostly as a referee from my high school days.