He asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Without a second thought, I said, “I want to play in the NFL.” He looked me dead in the eye, pointed to my mom, and said:“Listen to that woman right there and work as hard as you possibly can.”
I had heard similar advice before, but the power of this moment didn’t stop there. Ronnie asked what number I wore. I told him I didn’t have one yet. He smiled and said, “You look like #56.”
Then he signed his autograph:
“To Thomas, 56. From Ronnie Lott, 42.”