William Henderson — Portrait of a Pickup Artist

On Monday, before God, the world and my amused husband, former Packer running back William Henderson picked me up.

Literally.

Turns out the impulsive and thankfully buff athlete makes a habit of picking up women.

After he set me down (and I took a moment to collect myself, kiss the ground and say a quick prayer of thanks that I didn’t put our celebrity golfer in traction), he scooped up the beverage cart girl and, later, a couple of volunteers on the 17th hole.

Henderson has maintained excellent pecs and an equally well-developed sense of community since his retirement from Green Bay in 2007. Shortly thereafter, in 2011, he was inducted into the Packer Hall of Fame, a testament to both his 12-year career in Green Bay and his legacy as a classy, team player.

I was lucky enough to spend the day with him and his super cool father Edward on Monday, thanks to a generous invitation from my brother Mike and sister in-law Robin.

Though we finished near the bottom of the draw in the 16th annual Tellurian Celebrity Golf Tournament, we had an enviable six-some.

William, named the Packers unsung hero in 2001 for his commitment to the community, currently supports 150 charities. He is also bringing Sweet Frog, a chain of frozen yogurt offering healthy snacks, a family atmosphere and a charitable commitment to Wisconsin.

Simply said, he’s a genuinely good guy and, clearly, a family man.

From his shaded perch on the golf cart, Edward Henderson offered his son consistent advice, though he, himself, had never picked up a club.

“Spread your legs a little wider, William, you’ll get better loft on your swing,” he offered.

“Watch the slice.” “Swing through” “Don’t pick up your head.” “Aww, William!”

Gamely, William considered his 77-year old Dad’s suggestions and enjoyed the afternoon.

William Henderson spent a dozen years with the Packers and about seven sunny hours with me. I’m going to cheer a little harder for Edward Henderson’s youngest son the next time he’s introduced at the Packer Alumni game and I’m going to do what I can to support Sweet Frog as well.

Because hanging out with one of the NFL’s good guys can be a very uplifting experience.

Yikes. Didn't see this coming. Can't tell you how happy I was to feel the fresh sod under my feet and note that our celebrity golfer still stood.
Yikes. Didn’t see this coming. Can’t tell you how happy I was to feel the fresh sod under my feet and note that our celebrity golfer remained uninjured after he swept me off my cleats.
Here's the happy six-some toward the end of the day. The Henderon men turned out to be charming companions.
Here’s the happy six-some toward the end of the day. The Henderson men turned out to be charming companions.
Here's our fearless lineman owning his affinity for the somehwat feminine Limearita.
Here’s our fearless fullback owning his affinity for the somewhat feminine Limearita.
More shananigans with my sister in-law Robin
More shenanigans with my sister in-law Robin.
Hoisting the beverage cart girl.
Hoisting the beverage cart girl.
...and the volunteer on the 17th hole.
…and the volunteer on the 17th hole.

6 thoughts on “William Henderson — Portrait of a Pickup Artist

  1. The Packers used to hole up in our dorm at Mary Minehan at St. Norbert College in Green Bay (early 70s). I ran into Bart Starr a couple times, but didn’t actually talk to him. And he did not pick me up – darn.
    Thank you for following 1950 Suburban Adventures. Much appreciated.

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