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25 Oct 1950 1
Milwaukee, Wisconsin 1
Death:
17 Jun 1989 1
Los Angeles CA 1
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Full Name:
John Daniel Matuszak 1
Also known as:
John Matuszak Tooz 1
Birth:
25 Oct 1950 1
Milwaukee, Wisconsin 1
Male 1
Death:
17 Jun 1989 1
Los Angeles CA 1
Cause: Overdose 1
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Actor-Football 1

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The Tooz Couldn't Scare Away Death

  Death should have feared John Matuszak. The other way around makes no sense. When the Grim Reaper came by to touch the Tooz on the shoulder Saturday night, the big guy should have sprung from his bed, ripped open his hospital gown from the neck down, roared like a primal beast and then poured the two of them a drink. He should have scared Death to death.

When you consider how many times John Matuszak teased eternity before, toying with alcohol and Quaaludes and guns the way he did, working hard and playing harder, it is a wonder that he lived as long as he did. Yet, that's the Tooz for you; he was a wonder. He was large and furry and ferocious, practically a centaur of a man, but there was a wonderful puppy dog playfulness about him, a wagging tail and eager pant, that makes his passing all the sadder.

  It was more than a decade ago that Coach Paul Wiggin of the Kansas City Chiefs had to pound on the Tooz's chest with his fists, had to watch this 6-foot-8, 300-pound manchild be strapped into a straitjacket and hauled away in an ambulance after an overload of Valium and booze. In certain ways, John Matuszak was dying to die. His big old heart gave out because it just couldn't keep up with him.

Still, no way do you cut down a sequoia, and no way does it stand to reason that a man of John Matuszak's spirit and structure could be felled after only 38 years. The Tooz lived longer and stronger in his hitch on the mortal coil than many do in twice the time, and he seemed somehow indestructible, even though other men his age have continued to excel at athletics. If nothing else, at least we can now remember John Matuszak forever young.

The playing, the partying, the posturing, oh, the way this man lived. He liked to sneak up behind unsuspecting women and hoist them onto his shoulder, like an adagio dancer. One night in San Francisco, the Tooz literally picked up a pair, carried them toward a nearby bar--and forgot to measure the maximum headroom, knocking the poor things into the transom.

"You big dumbo! Couldn't you see we wouldn't fit?" one of the women yelled.

"I'm sorry," said the Tooz, "but, hey, you got to play with the small hurts, as Vince Lombardi used to say."

He would get away with stunts like that, because he could. No one scolded the Tooz, either because of that happy-go-lucky charm of his that guaranteed forgiveness, or because it would have been like scolding Godzilla for stepping on all those trains. John Matuszak simply couldn't help himself. He was what he was. Either you accepted it, or you waited until he went away before breathing easy. All we can say is, if you knew him, you probably liked him.

Absolutely, the Tooz was out of control at times, no doubt about it. In college, at Tampa, Fla., he busted a fellow football player in the chops with an elbow during a game of pickup basketball, which eventually cost him $65,000 in medical and legal fees. Later, in that block-long Lincoln Continental of his that stored so many of his worldly goods, Matuszak occasionally stashed the machete or the Magnum handgun that he bought on whims.

One night outside Oakland, Kenny Stabler had to pay his roomie's bail, because the Tooz had been weaving all over the freeway, shooting at roadside signs. When the quarterback got to the jail, he found Matuszak standing outside a cell, wearing only three things: handcuffs, his Super Bowl ring and a pair of powder-blue, elephant-skin cowboy boots.

  

 

"That's my roommate," Stabler said. "I'd recognize him anywhere."

He was hell on wheels, the Tooz was. At the core of his astonishing physique and undeniable football-playing ability was the fire of rebellion. Coaches knew no way of controlling him. George Allen turned him loose in Washington after two weeks. Wiggin watched him nearly kill himself. John Madden fined him repeatedly for typical training-camp violations, like having a woman in his room, but, seeing as how these were the Raiders, generally the money went toward an end-of-the-year team party.

The most publicized infraction of the Tooz's playing career came before Super Bowl XV between Oakland and the Philadelphia Eagles at New Orleans. Soon as he hit town, Matuszak proclaimed himself gatekeeper and sergeant-at-arms. "I'm going to see that there's no funny business," he said. "I've had enough parties for 20 people's lifetimes. I've grown up. I'll keep our young fellows out of trouble. If any players want to stray, they gotta go through ol' Tooz."

Next night, ol' Tooz was dancing with another player's wife at 1 a.m., and two hours later, he was still as lit up as the entire French Quarter. Come morning, Raider Coach Tom Flores slapped him with the obligatory $1,000 fine. Far more offended was the coach of the opposition, straight arrow Dick Vermeil, who said in a huff: "If he was an Eagle, he'd be on a flight back to Philadelphia, right now!"

Matuszak nearly busted a gut, laughing.

"Why would anybody want to go to Philadelphia in the winter?" responded the Tooz.

Whatever it was that made John Matuszak whatever it is he was, he was one of a kind. He loved being with the Raiders, and they loved him. He was a hothead and a sweetheart and a born actor who might as well have been reading his epitaph when, in "North Dallas Forty," he screamed at one of his coaches that whenever he called it a business, they called it a game, but whenever he called it a game, they called it a business.

There is no logical explanation why a man of his proportions subsisted, for great periods of time, on bagels smeared with Cheez Whiz and triple shots of Crown Royal hooch, or why, when a female friend's pet poodles annoyed him with their barking, he fed them sleeping pills until they rolled over and played permanently dead.

That was John Matuszak. There is no explaining him, no excusing him. He was a one-ring circus, one no tent could contain. The man who terrorized patrons of saloons, who got sued for $1.5 million for football-tackling a male stripper on a San Francisco stage, was the same man whose parents taped an autographed photo on their refrigerator door, one that read: "Best Wishes to Mom and Dad. You're the Greatest."

John Matuszak has gone off now, either to steal the devil's pitchfork or to bend the bars of the pearly gates of heaven until somebody lets him in. We can see him now, lifting female angels onto his shoulder. They'd recognize him anywhere.

John Matuszak, 38, A Former Lineman For N.F.L. Raiders

  John Matuszak, who played on two Super Bowl

teams for the Oakland Raiders before turning to
an acting career, died Saturday night after suffering
heart failure. He was 38 years old.

An autopsy held today failed to determine the exact
cause of death and more tests will be conducted.
A preliminary investigation found no signs of foul
play, the police said.

The 6-foot-9-inch, 280-pounder played with the
Raiders from 1976 to 1981 as a defensive lineman.
His aggressive play and tough attitude embodied
the spirit of the Raiders and helped earn the team
Super Bowl victories in the 1976 and 1980
seasons.

''I'm just overwhelmed, shocked,'' said Al Davis,
the Raiders' managing general partner. ''We really
loved the guy. He was our friend.''

After sitting out the 1982 season in Los Angeles,
where the Raiders had moved, with an injury,
Mr. Matuszak retired to pursue an acting career.
He had dabbled in acting while a player.

Born in Oak Creek, Wis., Mr. Matuszak was
drafted as the first pick in the 1973 draft by the
Houston Oilers. A year later, he signed with the
Houston Texans of the World Football League,
where he played one series before he was served
an injunction obtained by the Oilers.

He was traded to the Kansas City Chiefs for
Curley Culp and a No. 1 draft choice. Before the
1976 season, the Chiefs traded him to the
Washington Redskins, who cut him two weeks
later. He joined the Raiders as a free agent just
before the second game of the 1976 season.

Mr. Matuszak is survived by his parents,
Marvin and Audrey Matuszak of Oak Creek,
Wis.; and three sisters, Karen Bohlman of
Orlando, Fla., Christine Evancy of Franklin,
Wis., and Dawn Baley of West Allis, Wis.
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