I remember I visited a friend attending Ohio State, I think it was back in ‘68-’69, and while walking across the Columbus campus, we saw Tatum and Rufus Mayes (an all American Buckeye lineman) walk into a snack bar. We followed them in and up to that point I’d seen a couple Buckeye football games, I swear, just the sight of Tatum standing there scaried the s**t out of me. They didn’t call him ‘the Assassin’ for nothing. And, in his defense, he took some hits from the opponents who were gunning for him as well. But, man, could he hit for a guy his size. Rest in peace, Mr Tatum.
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