Got a little story for ya Ags...
I lived next door to Bucky in 1991, at the Grove apartments in Bryan. I just looked it up and now it's called 31 Thirty (whatever the hell that means)
I was a nobody sophomore, and he was a certified celebrity at the time. I'd run into him at the mailbox sometimes and he was always so cool. Didn't put on airs. Always had a smile on his face. Even had a couple of beers with him one afternoon.
One night/morning about 1am, I hear gunshots outside my front door. My roommate and I ran out to see WTF was going on. Bucky was on his front porch with a rifle shooting at the street light at the edge of the parking lot between us and the Apple Tree. We're like, what the hell, man?? He said, I cant sleep with that damn light coming into my room!
Cops were there in like 3 minutes. They obviously knew him. They were like, "Bucky you can't just shoot your rifle in the middle of the night from your front porch". He apologized and joked with the cops for a while. Meanwhile, I was watching this saying to myself, "Damn, it's good to be the king".
/TLDR/ The guy approached football like he approached life. Live loud, take chances, and have fun. Great memories, and I always loved watching him play.