For me, Mildren was an old-timer, but Davis was always the guy I watched play just three years later.
As a young man of the 80s, I would hear these debates: Is Jamelle Holieway the greatest Sooner optioneer? Maybe it’s Charles Thompson. I would hear this and think, “Hello, did you watch Steve Davis play?!”
He was surrounded by talent, yes. He was, comparatively, a dullard, setting up one running back who wore silver shoes and another whose last name was “Peacock” and another whose last name was “Ivory.”
It was lost on me.
He was Steve Davis, Sooner quarterback, bigger than life. He lost one game in two years (to Nolan Cromwell’s Kansas; I remember that, too).
He was big in a way nobody’s big any more, if only because you only get to see one year through 6-year-old eyes.
That’s how I’ll remember Steve Davis.
I can’t be the only one.
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