Little was drafted by the Denver Broncos that
year, much to his dismay. Joyce and Floyd had both grown up in the East - and that was
where they had hoped to remain. 'I wanted to stay in the East because all my friends and
contacts were there," Floyd said.
 But
that wasn't the only thing bothering Floyd. The Broncos were one of the weakest teams in
the league. When he heard that they had drafted him, Floyd said, "Holy Smokes, how
can they do this to me? I'm liable to get killed with that club..."
"I figured
maybe the New York Jets or somebody could make a deal for me. Finally it dawned on me that
there wasn't going to be any deal. We made plans to go out and look at Denver, but our
hearts weren't in it. Joyce and I figured Denver was some hick town in the Wild West where
people lived hip deep in snow half the time. But then we went out and found it seldom
snows. It's cold, but so are other places. It's a beautiful town where a black man is
treated beautifully. I just fell in love with the place." Unfortunately, it took a little longer
for Denver to fall in love with Floyd Little. He had that unimpressive rookie season
during which he gained only 381 yards and averaged less than three yards per run. For the
third time in a row, Denver finished in last place, winning just three games and losing
eleven in 1967. Floyd was as disappointed with himself as were the Bronco fans.
"I was never
used to losing," he said. "I never lost a game in high school or at prep school,
and I think we lost a total of five at Syracuse. But you got to crawl before you can walk.
Things could have been tougher. They always can be tougher."
Always a hard
worker, Little put in an even greater effort in 1968. "Counting variations, we had a
thousand plays," Little recalled. "It took me a while to learn them, and it was
hard to get my timing right carrying only once in a series. Even at that, I could have
made a lot more yardage improvising. But the coach was building a team and he insisted I
run the plays as designed and hit the holes even when they weren't there. That was tough
to take. I was used to getting ten yards a crack, and I had to learn that sometimes one is
hard to get. But soon our young blockers began improving and I was averaging five a crack.
Now I can see it was all worthwhile,"
Little also had to
make important psychological adjustments. "One of the things you learn as a pro is
that the other guys are good, too, and they're gonna beat you on some plays," he
explained. "You've got to just forget it and fight back on the next play. You've got
to take the long view of the season. You have to psyche yourself to do your best no matter
what. That's what you're being paid for."
By the last half
of his second season it all began to come together for Little, and he started to dazzle
pro fans as he had the people who watched him in college.
"I remember
one play in one game late in that 1968 season, " he said. "It wasn't the length
of the run, which was short, or the game, which was just another game, but it was the
execution of the play. It was perfect. Looking back on it, I seem to see it in slow
motion. All the blocks worked. The hole was there. I hit it just right. Just like on the
blackboard. All of a sudden, all the pieces of our jigsaw puzzle were falling into
place."
His teammates were
quick to spot the changes in Little. Quarterback Steve Tensi pointed out, "Floyd
seemed all uptight for a season or so. He seemed alone and tense. He just started to
loosen up late that season and then he was really rolling." Defensive captain Dave
Costa commented, "Floyd's teammates when he broke in were as green as he was, so he
had no one to turn to for help. New players are afraid to bug the coaches. So he just had
to find his own way through a lot of tough games."
 Floyd himself recognized his new maturity and understanding of pro football. He
said, "Coach Saban used to scream and holler at me. I wasn't used to it and I didn't
like it and I didn't like him. But now I can see that I wasn't a complete player, and he
only screamed at those he thought had a chance. I'm small and I had to learn how to block,
for example. They told me to hit my man before he hit me, to stick my head into his
numbers and bring my helmet up into his jaw. I tried it against Ernie Ladd [a 6-foot-9,
320-pound tackle for the Kansas City Chiefs] and couldn't reach his jaw. I had to learn
technique."
Little didn't need
any lessons in toughness, however. "Every time I carry the ball, I run as if it's the
last time," he said. "To keep going in this game, you've got to make a
distinction between pain and injury. I wouldn't play more than one game - the first one -
if I let pain keep me out. Hell, every time I run off tackle I may get a minor concussion.
But if I can still remember the plays, I'm going to stay in there.
"You can't
tiptoe through games. If you're cautious you're through. You go all out and hope for the
best. It's got to hurt when guys 220, 250, or 280 pounds land on you. You just look to be
lucky." But Little had more than luck going for him. Although the Broncos did not
show a corresponding rise in the standings, Little's yardage totals shot up dramatically
as he became adjusted to pro ball. From 1968 to 1973 his yardage totals were 584, 729,
901, a league-leading 1,333, 859, and 979.
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