Mack Herron

Mack Willie Herron (July 24, 1948 – December 6, 2015) was a professional American football running back who played in the National Football League from 1973 to 1976, most notably for the New England Patriots. He played college football at Kansas State, where he finished second in the nation in scoring during his senior season in 1969.

History

Standing 5 feet 5 1⁄2 inches (1.66 metres) and weighing in at 170 pounds (77.1 kg), Herron was selected by the Atlanta Falcons in the sixth round (143rd overall) of the 1970 NFL Draft, but joined the Canadian Football League out of college.

In 1972, while playing for the Winnipeg Blue Bombers, he won the Eddie James Memorial Trophy for being the leading rusher in the CFL's West Division. He led the league in all-purpose yards in both of his CFL seasons.

He stepped into the NFL spotlight in 1973, after a short but memorable career in the CFL, when he joined the Patriots. In three seasons, (3 with New England and 1 with the Atlanta Falcons) he gained 1,298 rushing yards and 9 rushing touchdowns. He also caught 61 passes in his career for 789 yards and 6 touchdowns.

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