The first faint signs of the football and the silly seasons showed up simultaneously: there were airliners stacked in lazy holding patterns all over the East; trains on the Long Island Rail Road were mysteriously missing; subways and other services were erratic. And there was the Jets' Joe Namath handsomely reflecting this new national mood of...well, not exactly striking but moving a bit slower. Namath's much-operated knees were too sore to play the first two games, he said, so he suited up in his sideburns and stylish blazer to serve as a spotter. Then Joe got fitted for his new double-breasted Blackglama mink overcoat. Furrier Hy Rifkin, that man tugging at the hem, said it was a $5,000 number, although Joe did not pay that much because, after all, one look at Namath and sportsmen everywhere will want fashionable furs.
This is an article from the Aug. 26, 1968 issue