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In a time “when men played football for something less than a living and something more than money,” John Unitas was the ultimate quarterback. Rejected by Notre Dame, discarded by the Pittsburgh Steelers, he started on a Pennsylvania sandlot making six dollars a game and ended as the most commanding presence in the National Football League, calling the critical plays and completing the crucial passes at the moment his sport came of age.
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In a time “when men played football for something less than a living and something more than money,” John Unitas was the ultimate quarterback. Rejected by Notre Dame, discarded by the Pittsburgh Steelers, he started on a Pennsylvania sandlot making six dollars a game and ended as the most commanding presence in the National Football League, calling the critical plays and completing the crucial passes at the moment his sport came of age.
Johnny U is the first authoritative biography of Unitas, based on hundreds of hours of interviews with teammates and opponents, coaches, family and friends. The depth of Tom Callahan’s research allows him to present something more than a biography, something approaching an oral history of a bygone sporting era. It was a time when players were paid a pittance and superstars painted houses and tiled floors in the off-season—when ex-soldiers and marines like Gino Marchetti, Art Donovan, and “Big Daddy” Lipscomb fell in behind a special field general in Baltimore. Few took more punishment than Unitas. His refusal to leave the field, even when savagely bloodied by opposing linemen, won his teammates’ respect. His insistence on taking the blame for others’ mistakes inspired their love. His encyclopedic football mind, in which he’d filed every play the Colts had ever run, was a wonder.
In the seminal championship game of 1958, when Unitas led the Colts over the Giants in the NFL’s first sudden-death overtime, Sundays changed. John didn’t. As one teammate said, “It was one of the best things about him.”
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Some football players seem destined for stardom. And then there is Johnny Unitas. The lanky quarterback grew up proud but poor in Pittsburgh, supported by his immigrant Lithuanian mother after she was widowed by her husband when Johnny was just five. After four years as a scholarship player at the University of Louisville, he was drafted in the ninth round by the Pittsburgh Steelers but dropped before the season opener. By then married and a father, he made ends meet by toiling as a construction worker and playing semi-pro football for six dollars a game. Three years later, he would be leading the Baltimore Colts to an NFL championship. Definitely Hall of Fame material.
Jonathan Yardley
Callahan, whose long career as a sportswriter includes a stint about a decade and a half ago at The Washington Post -- I have no recollection of crossing his path in its corridors -- graciously and gracefully pays Unitas the tribute due him without lapsing into sentimentality.
— The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
In a book that is "as much about a certain time as a single player," journalist Callahan (In Search of Tiger) offers not only a biography of one of professional football's early legends but also a look at the nature of the sport in his day. He charts the career path of Unitas from an undersized and unheralded Pennsylvania quarterback prospect to his glory days leading the Baltimore Colts to three championships from 1958 to 1972. In narrating Unitas's story of tryouts, cuts, timely phone calls and chance scouting encounters, Callahan reveals as much about Unitas's character and ambition as he does about the machinations of a talent system very different from today's. He also relies heavily on extended comments from a range of Unitas's coaches, friends and fellow players: as teammate Raymond Berry notes, Unitas "had a certain blend of humility and self-confidence that was unusual, to say the least." Quotes like this help the book feel more like listening to a group of old-guard players reminiscing around the back table than reading a strictly structured biography. The result is light, conversational and bound to fascinate anyone interested in Unitas or the hardscrabble, blue-collar era of football he dominated. (Oct.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Commonly considered one of the top three quarterbacks in NFL history, Johnny Unitas (1933-2002) had a huge impact on not only his sport but also popular culture. In fact, this is the second major biography of the man in the past two years, following Lou Sahadi's Johnny Unitas: America's Quarterback. Callahan (In Search of Tiger: A Journey Through Golf with Tiger Woods) has written a superior work, providing a telling blue-collar context for this uniquely American character who grew up in Pittsburgh and starred in Baltimore. Through original interviews with Unitas and his family members, friends, teammates, and coaches, Callahan imparts a vivid view of Unitas, the Baltimore Colts, and the changing world of the NFL in the Fifties, Sixties, and Seventies. This book, filled with fresh, colorful, and enlightening anecdotes, is thoroughly researched and brilliantly written, as good a biography of a sports figure as there is. A terrific read, it provides insight into a scrupulously honest and honorable private man who lived his life in a very public arena and stayed true to a personal code. Highly recommended for all libraries.-John Maxymuk, Rutgers Univ. Lib., Camden, NJ Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The life story of one of the greatest quarterbacks in NFL history. The singular feature commented on by nearly everyone who ever met John Unitas (1933-2002) was the size of his hands. Given the pivotal role he would play in helping the NFL become the multibillion-dollar juggernaut it is today, it's a good thing he had such massive paws, because his slender, humped shoulders certainly didn't inspire confidence in his ability to handle everything that was thrust upon him. Handle it he did, however, despite losing his father at the age of five, struggling through a hardscrabble upbringing in Pittsburgh, dealing with skeptics and, in the early years, a public that was largely indifferent to the idea of professional football. Though Unitas's legend may loom largest, he wasn't the only key figure to take the field during the 1958 NFL championship game between his Baltimore Colts and the New York Giants. Dubbed "The Greatest Game Ever Played," it did more than perhaps any other single game to promote the burgeoning league's popularity. Consequently, longtime sports journalist Callahan can be forgiven for straying from Unitas occasionally to spotlight a colorful cast of characters that includes Art Donovan, Gino Marchetti and Gene "Big Daddy" Lipscomb. The anecdotal narrative style recalls George Plimpton's Paper Lion, and indeed, Unitas's career overlaps the period Plimpton spent with the Detroit Lions, an elite team the Colts had to overcome to claim their first championship. Though a few stories stray too far from the core narrative, most of them flesh out the world around Unitas, providing insight into this cool, collected leader who inspired his teammates and epitomized what it wasto be a professional football player during the game's halcyon days. Throws a few incompletes, but finds the end zone more often than not.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781400081394
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/5/2006
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.20 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Tom Callahan, a former senior writer at Time magazine and sports columnist at the Washington Post, is a recipient of the National Headliner Award. He has covered three decades of everything in major-league sports, from Sarajevo to Zaire, including hundreds of pro football games and numerous Super Bowls. Among his many Time cover subjects are San Francisco quarterback Joe Montana and Chicago running back Walter Payton. Callahan is the author of three other books, the most recent being The Bases Were Loaded (And So Was I).
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Johnny U

By Tom Callahan

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ISBN: 1400081394

Chapter One



"Well, I'm going to play professional football."

Francis Unitas and Helen Superfisky

"My father's name was Leonard Unitas," states the autobiography of Johnny Unitas, Pro Quarterback, published in 1965 by Grosset and Dunlap. The funny thing is, his father's name was not Leonard. His brother's name was. Reading the book in 1965, Cameron Snyder of the Baltimore Sun noticed how reminiscent many of the passages were of newspaper stories Snyder had written or read. Whole columns by John Steadman of the News-Post and Sunday American appeared to have been redrawn in the first person and incorporated into the narrative. "I always remember how surprised John Steadman, the sportswriter, was the morning of the championship game. . . ."

When next he saw Unitas, Snyder said dryly, "I got your book and I have only one question. Did you write it?"

"Hell," Unitas said, "I didn't even read it."

His father's name was Francis Joseph Unitas. Always Francis, never Frank (just as John was never Jack or even, as a boy, Johnny). When his mother died and his father could not cope, Francis was dispatched with two brothers, twins, to a Pittsburgh orphanage called the Toner Institute and Seraphic Home for Boys. (Two sisters and another brother were scattered elsewhere.) Both twins died in the orphanage, leaving Francis alone. The name of the one who died of influenza has been forgotten in time.The little boy who was run over by a train while trying to escape was named Adam.

At sixteen, the maximum age, Francis was sprung from the Toner Institute. Wrapping two shirts around an old baseball glove and waving good-bye to the Sisters of Divine Providence and the Capuchin Franciscan Fathers, he made for the coal country of West Virginia, hoping to pick up the trail of his lost siblings in a large Lithuanian community of miners. No relatives turned up then (one would, years later), but in an Old World enclave known as Century, Francis did make a significant find. She was a Lithuanian immigrant who worked in the company store and therefore, by necessity, could speak not only Lithuanian and English but also Russian and Polish. A self-taught piano player--a self-taught everything--she was the organist for Sunday Mass at the Catholic church. It seemed to Francis that there was nothing Helen Superfisky couldn't do.

To Helen, Francis was equally remarkable. He was tall--right around six feet--gangly, but amazingly powerful, almost in the manner of a circus strongman. He had huge hands, bigger than Lennie's in Of Mice and Men, busier than Wing Biddlebaum's in Winesburg, Ohio. Francis liked to lift things just to prove he could do it, roadside boulders and even the back wheels of coal trucks. Despite a comically improper technique, he out-tossed all of the local shot-putters (a regional specialty) and could fling a rock practically out of sight. Combing his brown hair in a confident wave, he was a showy character in every way, an all-around performer who boxed like a lighter man and could be plugged into any position on the town baseball team. They married.

Not quickly but by hard increments, over ten sweaty years, Francis and Helen Unitas worked their way up to owning a small coal truck and establishing their own delivery business back in the Brookline section of Pittsburgh. Though coal furnaces abounded, it was the 1930s; profits were meager. But the entire country was toiling for the minimum. To be working at all was the main thing. They lived more than modestly in a one-bathroom house that was rather like a hive, buzzing as it did with a swarm of Superfiskys that included Helen's parents, several layers of cousins and in-laws, and a great-uncle, Tony, who was stricken with silicosis ("miner's asthma"). Hanging bedsheets for privacy, Francis, Helen, and all four of their children--Leonard, Millicent, John, and Shirley--slept together in the dining room.

Stood up by his helpers in the bitter September of 1938, Francis put in a long day doing his own job, dropping the black piles here and there all over town, and then a longer night doing theirs, assembling the chutes and shoveling the coal into basement bins. Working at breakneck speed, he took on the task as another exhibition of superhuman strength--an impossible race against daybreak--and won. But he caught pneumonia and died, technically of uremia, kidney failure. Francis Joseph Unitas wasn't quite thirty-eight years old. John Constantine Unitas, born on the seventh of May 1933, was five.

"John was the apple of his dad's eye," said big brother Leonard without resentment. The unread autobiography wasn't so wrong at that. In a way, Leonard was John's father. Eleven years old when Francis died, Leonard was already as averse to melodrama and immune to sentimentality as John would grow up to be. For instance, Leonard could believe that one of his orphaned uncles was killed hopping a freight train, but he always wondered if the "escape" part of Adam's story wasn't embroidery. "There weren't any railroad tracks," Leonard said with twinkling eyes, "anywhere near the Toner Institute." Sister Millie, three years younger than Leonard, three years older than John, didn't care one way or the other. But the "children," John and Shirley, never questioned the family's heroic tragedy. It thrilled them and broke their hearts.

"I have pictures of us with Dad and the truck," Shirley said, "but no recollections of him at all. I don't even remember the sound of his voice. The only memories I have are little ones that John shared with me: like Dad flying up the stairs three steps at a time to make sure Mom wasn't hurting John in the bath. I think there was a lot of my dad in John that we didn't know or recognize, but Mom did." He had those same big dukes. (Anyone who ever shook the hand of Johnny Unitas never forgot it.)

One year apart, John and Shirley were Jem and Scout. He called her Tootsie. The others laughed at how quiet he was. "He very seldom spoke," according to Leonard. "Once in a while he'd come out with something." But Shirley understood his silences. "John was always thinking," she said. And blinking. Many who later huddled with him swore they could hear his eyeballs clicking as he double-checked his calculations. At ages ten and nine, John and Shirley were fused together permanently by forty-two plunges of a syringe. Shirley said, "John loved animals more than anything, you know. We always had a dog." Tippy was killed in traffic. Skippy wasn't nearly as adventurous. Weegee was another story entirely. The sweetest in the long line of mysteriously bred mutts that Leonard kept rescuing from the pound, Weegee was the only dog they ever had who could give the OK signal with his tail. Missing for three days, he came home wet, bedraggled, and rabid. As John and Shirley were washing him in a tin tub, Weegee changed personalities. Both kids were nipped on the face and nose.

Panting turned to growling turned to screaming. Summoned from work, Leonard was able to trap Weegee in the cellar. While nobody slept, the poor dog moaned all night and made toothpicks out of his side of the door. When Leonard opened it a crack in the morning, Weegee lay there exhausted, his face bathed in a white froth and his jaws dripping foam. The police strapped him into an ugly leather harness and took him out in a bag. Two days later, John and Shirley were called to Southside Hospital for rabies shots. The hardest part was sitting through a torturous school day before climbing onto the streetcar alone. All the way there and back, they held hands.

In the same room, each received twenty-one injections, first in the stomach, then in one buttock, then in the other, then in one arm, then in the other, then back in the stomach, and around again, and again and again. Did John cry? "Oh, God, no," Shirley said. "I couldn't either, in front of him." On the return trip, as the streetcar approached their stop, John whispered the first full sentence of the day: "It's only a needle, Toots." He was Johnny Unitas at ten.

With Francis gone, Helen streamlined the family and dropped down a social notch to a two-bedroom house on unpaved William Street in Mount Washington. "The highlight of the year," said a neighbor, Joe Chilleo, "was when the scrapers came up to scrape the street just before the election. We'd go out there and watch them. We thought it was wonderful." Helen, Millie, and Shirley shared one of the bedrooms; Leonard, John, and Great-Uncle Tony the other. Although he could cough with Doc Holliday, Tony was good company. There still was only one bath. To Millie, it was "like living on the tip of a mountaintop." From the porch of their yellow house, which looked orange at sunset, you could see the city, a few tall buildings at least, the Monongahela River, and the bridge where the streetcars crossed over. "The automobiles were just specks," she said.

Until Leonard was old enough to drive the coal truck, men were hired to work under Helen's supervision. They set no records for sobriety. The sisters at Saint Justin's School, including a six-foot-three nun whom everybody called Big Red, pretended not to notice Leonard's grogginess in the morning (he had been up since four-thirty shoveling coal), and they sighed sympathetically every afternoon to see him hustling back to the job. Eventually, John would pull his share of after-school turns with the shovel. "If you put in three tons," he said with a grin, "you got a dollar fifty. It wasn't bad." Helen fielded the coal orders and worked for a bakery in the morning, sold insurance in the afternoon, and cleaned office buildings at night. Though lacking a high school diploma, she studied bookkeeping, passed the civil service exam with the highest possible mark, and ended up in the employ of the city of Pittsburgh.

"Just watching my mother, how hard she had to work for everything we had," John said, "was the greatest thing I ever saw. Sometimes I'd come home from a ball game all beat up and she'd say, 'You know Mrs. Wrigley up the street?' and I'd say, 'Yeah, I know Mrs. Wrigley up the street,' and she'd say, 'Well, she has three tons of coal sitting out in front of her house. See that it gets put in.' I could hardly move, and I'd say, 'Ma, it's raining.' And she'd say, 'Yeah, it's raining. Go do it.' And I did."

It was Millie's job to wake the kids and get them off to school. Rousing John was a particular challenge. "You know how much the man liked to play football?" Leonard said. "That's how much the boy loved to sleep." The children stumbled downstairs every morning to what Shirley called "Mom's infamous notes" on the kitchen table. "She'd leave, like, mother's oats and stuff on top of the double boiler, so that they would still be warm, along with the day's instructions." Under no circumstances was anyone to leave the house that afternoon until the following things were taken care of. "And you knew, boy, you didn't dare. 'Start the dinner, peel the potatoes . . .' John's job was to keep the furnace banked. If Mom came home to a cold house, there'd be hell to pay."

Helen was a fervent Catholic. The family marched in a loose formation to Sunday Mass in the basement of Saint Justin's High School. Sometimes, after everyone else was gone, the Unitas family lingered to walk the Stations of the Cross. "She was never flowery," Shirley said. "You didn't get kisses and hugs from my mom. You knew she loved you because she was taking care of you. If you complained about something, she'd say, 'You ate, didn't you?'" All of Helen's harsh sayings have been stitched into samplers in her children's memories. "If you have to clean toilets for a living, make them shine." "Show me where it's written that you're supposed to be happy." "If you have a 'need,' we'll talk about it. But if it's only a 'want,' don't bring it up."

Though her large extended family had split off and spread out, Helen remained the matriarch in an Old World sense. With hats in hand, uncles came to the house on William Street to fidget and squirm on the edge of their chairs while requesting her permission to marry. "I was very young then," Shirley said. "I couldn't imagine these big boobs asking my mother this." At Christmas, the whole family came back together. Shirley remembered a few bleak Christmases. "Sometimes we'd go down to the tree and there'd be nothing under there. Or you'd get a little doll or a tiny purse. I remember one year my sister got a brush and a comb." But many of the Christmases were brilliant. Helen's brother the priest, Father Constantine Superfisky (Father Connie to the children, and the contributor of John's middle name), would arrive from Tiltonsville, Ohio, in an automobile loaded like a sleigh with presents.

In Lithuanian homes, Christmas Eve was the day of Kucios, a special seven- or even ten-fish supper. Ordinarily Helen was the plainest of cooks. Though no one ever had the nerve to say so, her spaghetti sauce and her chili tasted exactly the same; one had beans. Once a week, she served liver and onions. But for Kucios each branch of the family brought a dish. Not so much for the smelt or the herring, but for the ritual (and the potato pancakes), John and Shirley loved Christmas Eve most of all. There was one catch. In order to receive their gifts, the children were required to perform. One year John sang "I'm Popeye the Sailor Man."

He had a worse than average singing voice. At the peak of Unitas's fame, a Baltimore confectioner, Mary Sue Candies, hired him to warble its Easter jingle on television. (Mary Sue Easter Eggs / they're the best Easter Eggs / honey, your money can buy / So rich and nutritious / and mmm-mmm delicious / so Mary Sue Easter Eggs, try.) Anyone who ever heard that commercial can still call back the sensation in the metal filling of a tooth. But Unitas had a meter if not a melody. The silent boy who you never knew was even in the house turned into a constant whistler.


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  • Posted January 29, 2010

    A transitional hero

    The title is "Johnny U the life and times of Johnny Unitas" and while the life is a pretty good sports bio, it is the "times" that's really interesting. Unitas as a player is probably the one most responsible for the transition of pro football from a Sunday afternoon alternative TV program to the national pastime it is now. He quarterbacked his team, a great cast of characters,in the "greatest game ever played" in 1958 and catipulted the game, it's interest, crowds and player's salaries to the big time. Through it all, Unitas, on a personal level seemed unaffected. He handled championships, fame, declining skills and even being bankrupt as simply part of life. Today's stars owe Johnny U for their fame, and salaries. Too bad many of them don't have the loyalty and integrity he possesed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2007

    A reviewer

    Johnny U: The Life and Times of Johnny Unitas is a nonfiction biography of the great Johnny Unitas, one of the greatest quarterbacks in the history of the NFL. Published in 2006, the book covers every year that he spent in the NFL, which team he played for, and his overall life on and off the field. Tom Callahan narrates the book with the voice that kind of provides the reader with the sense that Tom was right along the side of Johnny from his childhood to his years in college all the ways till his years in the NFL, where he signed with the Baltimore Colts in 1956 and from then on just was worshiped for his greatness on the grid iron. According to Tom Johnny¿s life was not always filled with cheer and excitement, he also went through a lot of hardship to get to that point in his life when he became the leader of the 1958 and 1959 Superbowl winning champion Baltimore Colts, and just a few years later inducted into the Hall of Fame for throwing 40,239 yards in only 19 season with the Colts. My personal view on this biography is that Tom Callahan does an awesome job of portraying the life and times of Johnny Unitas to any child or student who either is doing a report or just wants to know the history of the NFL from what it was to what it is now, to show them that back than it was not just all about the money players back than were more than egotists because they were millionaires, the players back than would actually stop every now and than and sign an autograph or do an interview.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2007

    Mr. Halbertsam where are you?

    Mr. Halberstam where are you? When my third grade teacher at St. Stephen¿s Catholic School, Sister Katherine asked our class to draw a picture of the Holy Trinity, I remember drawing a kind of fuzzy picture of what I thought God must¿ve looked like (i.e. long hair, white long flowing robes). Directly to God¿s right was my image of Jesus and to God¿s left was No. 19 in a blue and white Baltimore Colts uniform, wearing black high-top shoes and a crew cut. Sister Kate was somewhat taken aback with my portrait of God¿s family even though I explained to her that while Johnny may not have converted water to wine he had surely worked a bunch of miracles for the Baltimore Colts. I also explained to her that Johnny Unitas worked on Sundays and also had a following that was as loyal to him as ¿well, Jesus¿ disciples. To no avail, I flunked this assignment but chalked it up to the fact that the TV in the nun¿s convent must not have worked as surely Sister Katherine had not ever truly witnessed the miracles of the Colts quarterback on any given autumn Sunday afternoon. Growing up in the late Fifties and Sixties, Johnny Unitas was one of my boyhood heroes. I did not worship Johnny alone, however. He was the idol of legions of most other red-blooded American males in the late fifties days when the NFL had just taken over the ownership of Sunday afternoons---- or at least TV viewing at 1:00 on Sundays. No. 19 was what most of us aspired to be... the best quarterback who had ever lived, winner of the Greatest Game ever played, and the owner of the hearts and minds of the city of Baltimore and the undisputed leader of their NFL team, the Colts. He also got to ¿hang out¿ with Raymond Berry, Lenny Moore, Big Daddy Lipscomb, et al. and oh yeah, Johnny Unitas called his own plays. Whether they admit or not, any Baby Boomer who threw a football in the late fifties or sixties was, in their mind¿s eye, trying to emulate Johnny Unitas. (If a baby boomer ever tells you they were emulating someone else, when they dropped back to throw a pass in a Thanksgiving afternoon touch football game they are either lying, drunk, or just plain daft). Anyway, I¿ve read Johnny U: The Life and Times of Johnny Unitas twice now. The first time, I read it was Christmas weekend after seeing a brief snippet about it in Sports Illustrated. I was unaware of its publication and was mildly horrified that I had not purchased it when it first came out back in August. I immediately went out and used one of those ubiquitous gift cards to purchase it after seeing former NFL great and dance contest winner, Emmit Smith pointing to it on page 41 of the SI with Vince Young on the cover. The first time, I read it in one sitting. I learned a few things that I didn¿t already know. I learned, for instance that ---Dorothy, John¿s first wife was boorish, the antithesis of her husband and was not liked very much by the wives of the other Colts. --- John Mackey, the first truly great tight end, had according, to No.19, did not have very good hands for catching the ball even though he is credited with being the NFL¿s first really great tight end. ----Despite the immense popularity of the Colts, the African-American players such as Jim Parker, Lenny Moore, etc, still could not eat in Maryland restaurants in the early sixties. Segregation was still alive and well in pre- civil rights America ----Jim Parker, the great offensive lineman, today languishes in a nursing home. The second time through took longer than one sitting. Read it over two or three days. Unfortunately, I was disappointed. Didn¿t learn much that was new. Tom Callahan gives a good effort, I suppose but somehow the book falls short---at least in my estimation. Unitas was an American icon ---right up there with the likes of JFK, Michael Jordan, Ali, Martin King, and a few other great American notables. After having read Halberstam¿s books on

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