William Bartee comes to mind. Safety in college, made to transition to corner (That's what was known as The Chiefs Way back then, draft a Safety and make them play corner), and absolutely NEVER learned to look back for the football.
Vermiel could never separate business from personal though. Bartee loved his wife's cooking, and hey, "He's a good football player."
The sheer number of scabs that this team kept as starters on defense for so many seasons, that never would have made another team's roster was mind boggling.
When the mugger or thief stops to think twice, that is fear. That is what I am. That is why they hired assassins. I am the reason criminals breathe easier when the sun rises. So no, Alfred. I am not in over my head. Tonight will not be my end, but it will be theirs.