This is a bit fuzzy, being that it was the early '80s, but a bunch of us were at the Buxton Inn in Hamburg on a Saturday night before a game in which Joe Dufek was going to be the starting QB (look it up, it actually happened). It was like 1:00 in the morning and a couple of us were in the bathroom doing one-hitters when who stumbles in but Joe Dufek himself, all hammered, cigarette dangling from his lips, weaving his way to the urinal. We're like, "Joe Dufek, you've got a game to play in a couple of hours, WTF are you doing here?" He mumbled something incomprehensible and stumbled out of the bathroom. The next day he blew out his knee, as I recall it.