Walter Payton was the real deal

I haven’t read the new book about Walter Payton — and I don’t intend to. My most memorable moment of Walter Payton didn’t occur on the football field, but at the Jewel store in Buffalo Grove. It was early evening, and I had gone there to purchase a few items before picking up my kids from religious classes. Standing in the express lane I noticed several bag boys nervously congregating at the end of the lane. I then noticed Walter Payton, two people in front of me. When he completed his purchase, the bag boys flocked around him for autographs. I paid for my items then quickly moved to the exit.

Then, not wanting to miss the opportunity to shake the hand of the man who had just broken Jim Brown’s rushing record, I hesitated and pretended to read some posters on the wall until Walter Payton walked past. “Mr. Payton,” I called. He stopped, turned and shook my outstretched hand. I nervously congratulated him on his recent record and then we talked — talked about small stuff: the weather, the upcoming game, my kids etc.

After about 10 minutes, I had to tell Walter Payton that I couldn’t talk anymore because I had to pick up my kids. I had to tell Walter Payton, the biggest superstar in football, that our conversation had to end. Talk about humble heroes. That’s the Walter Payton I’ll forever remember.

Dennis F. Depcik

Buffalo Grove