The vision I have of Sapp is of him sitting at his locker after a game, just a towel covering his privates, his ample belly hanging over it, a cup on the ground in front of him to catch the drip from the wad of chew in his mouth, and him holding court.
One by one, especially after a loss, the media would approach him to ask a question. If Sapp didn’t like it, the response was one of these two:
• Who you?
• Next question.
At times, when he was in a good mood, Sapp was engaging, fun and analytical. That wasn’t often.