MY OLD PAL SID
By Frank Pace
With the Super Bowl behind us, the game segued me to memories of my old pal, Sid. The first time he saw me he barked, “Get out. You get the hell out.” It was the late 1970’s and Sidney Brooks was throwing me out of the San Diego Chargers locker room. I deserved it, but one must admit that it was a hell of a way to strike up a lasting friendship. Sid was the San…