I met Woody twice. My father had played football at New Philadelphia when Woody was on the coaching staff. The last time I shook WWH's hand was in 1980 when he was a keynoter at a state conference. He remembered my father.
The first time I shook his hand was in 1958 at a Cleveland Indians game. Dad and I would use an uncle's tickets several times each season. The tickets were in the box seats just to the outfield side of the Indians' first base dugout.
The Indians' first baseman was Vic Power, a slick fielding guy who was an early adopter of the one-handed catch, which is the norm today.
After an inning or so we began hearing someone riding Power as he returned from the field to the dugout. Power was being called out for his show-off one-handed catches.
"Quit showing off, just catch the ball!" "Showboat!"
After a few innings of this, Power comes to the corner of the dugout and tried to get into the stands to get at the heckler. He challenged the heckler to meet him in the parking lot after the game.
It was then that dad recognized that Woody was the heckler and took me over for an introduction and hand shake. Woody remembered him, which impressed me.
Years later when dad was hospitalized someone had sent him Paul Hornung's (Columbus Dispatch Sports Editor) bio on Woody. I read it during long stays with my father. We both had a chuckle reading Hornung's description of the incident.
The Indians brass were upset since they had offered Hayes free tickets. However, Woody had insisted on paying for them so he did not feel beholden to the Tribe. As Hornung relates, Woody was in the parking lot after the game. Power didn't show.