It was one of those typically tough games between the Giants and Eagles in the middle of November. I had just hit Gifford when that picture was taken. He was doing a down-and-in pattern, and I saw him coming; I just hit him high in the chest about as hard as I could. His head snapped, and he went flying one way and the ball went flying another. Since I was following the ball, I didn't know where Gifford had gone. One of our linebackers, Chuck Weber, was scrambling to get the ball.
My eyes were closed and my hands clenched, and I just happened to turn around. Unbeknownst to me, Gifford was laying on the ground, unconscious. I had no idea he was there. There's another photo in which I'm crouching down to make sure he is all right.
But, anyhow, someone snapped that picture of me standing over Gifford. At a card show, someone once asked me, "Mr. Bednarik, what were you saying right there?" I replied, "I was saying, `This [bleeping] game is over.'" So now at shows, they want me to write that on the photo, but I won't. I'll just write "This f -- game is over" and then sign it.