I think we were playing New Philly at home and Dave Dahlberg just stood up the big running back Moreland at the line for no gain. It was an incredible collision. Dave gets up off the ball carrier and runs around looking frantic while I am chasing him to say great hit. When I caught up with him, he looked at me with a very confused gaze. "Where's my helmet, Bart? I can't find my helmet!!"
Even though we were getting beat, I had to break out laughing because it was still on his head. In those days we never seemed to have concussions. We would just get knocked out. Dave was out on his feet. He never left the game after.
Bart Kistler