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“Too Tall Hall” ~ Ron Hall Was A Friend Of Mine

[An updated version of this article is posted HERE. ~Editor]

Ron Hall, tight end, Tampa Bay Buccaneers.

Ron Hall, tight end, number 82, Tampa Bay Buccaneers.

“Too Tall Hall”

Ron Hall Was A Friend Of Mine

by Reviewer Rob

I was in Venice Beach the other night on a chilly November 2 a.m.. No one on the boardwalk except a lone artist painting a canvas and a skateboarder cruising down the concrete strip, sleepingbag under his arm. I walked out to the top of the sand berm at the high tide line and took a photo with my phone for Instagram and Facebook. The next morning a highschool buddy from San Diego I hadn’t seen in 20 years, Tony, posted a comment on it: “That’s my neighborhood.”

We messaged back and forth. He’s shacked up with a woman in L.A.. I think we might have made tentative plans to surf. A while later my phone rang. Tony wanted to get more info about what I was doing up in L.A.. We began talking about our mutual friends from when we were kids.

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Tony asked, “Remember Ron Hall?” Of course I did. Ron and his older brother Jimmy lived a few block over from me and I knew him from seventh grade until 11th grade when things began spinning out for me due to my mom’s nerves after my dad died. Ron was a tall, goofy guy with lots of natural athleticism who was about six feet tall before starting highschool. Him, me and Tony, along with the O’Dell brothers and Clark Nelson, all learned to surf together at the about same time, in the summer between eighth and ninth grade.

Clark remembers well that thrillseeker Ron was always up for adventure, and almost nothing was too crazy for him to try.

In the late-70’s there was a long drought in Southern California that ended with a winter of torrential rains. San Pasqual river in Escondido filled the dry lake basin at Lake Hodges to the brim of the dam for the first time in years. The roaring river could be seen from the back porch of the custom home Ron’s parents had built a year or so before in the avocado tree studded hills above the valley. So it might have been Ron’s idea what to do next.

“Almost the best story was when we had my mother drop us off near the Wild Animal Park and we got in the rubber raft and rode the rapids all the way down to Lake Hodges and the 15 freeway,” said Clark. “We were dodging barbed wire fences, downed electric lines, and floating dead cattle all the way down. It was very dangerous however we did not consider that at the time. That was the year that the great California drought broke.”

This was after a rocky start to their friendship a few years before in middle school. Clark was always up for a fight and according to him he had gotten into a scrap with Ron’s brother Jimmy and had knocked his tooth out. This lead to Ron “picking” on him on the school bus ride home one day.

“I felt cocky and confident that when we got off the school bus I would beat him down,” said Clark. “After being knocked to the ground probably more than aix times and getting back up my confidence was waning. Shortly after that we became fast friends. The icecream man (who was watching the fight from his truck and was yelling to stay down) was right to tell me to stay on the ground.”

Clark, like everyone, has good memories about adventurous antics with Ron. “We used to get together and do fantastically stupid things,” he said, “like lighting gasoline-soaked tennis balls on fire and bouncing them all around, hitting fences and his house, leaving a trail of fire wherever it went. Strapping model rocket engines on anything with wheels. They would fly some of the time and roll some of the time but always end up smashing. We would break into his parent’s liquor cabinet several times a week and steal just enough liquor from each bottle so that it would not be missed. Which typically would be brought into junior high eighth grade and drank in the bathroom just prior to going into main class. I really have no idea how we got away with that. Smelling like tequila-vodka-whiskey-rum and liqueur all at the same time. We spent a lot of time hitchhiking to the beach and surfing. It really is incredible that we did not get into any real kind of trouble.”

That’s right. It’s incredible. We spent a lot of days in the late 1970’s hitchhiking from inland North County to the beach with our boards. We’d camp on the beach before we were old enough to drive and get construction workers to buy us sixpacks of beer from any local 7-11 or liquor store that was available on the way. It was with Ron that I had my first beer, during the summer between ninth and tenth grade, Schlitz Malt Liquor from a sixer of 16 ounce cans, I recall. I think he’d learned the get-someone-to-buy-for-us-beers trick from his older brother Jimmy. Our group of friends had something in common other than girls, surfing and getting stoned. We held a disdain for jocks. As teenagers, you may remember, everyone is cloistered into groups. We definitely were not in the jock group. According to Tony and Clark, Ron was being constantly asked by the football coach at San Pasqual High to be on the team. He finally did join in his senior year. Upon graduation he received a full scholarship and lived a surfer’s dream playing for the University of Hawaii. Then he played tight end for Tampa Bay and Detroit. “Too Tall Hall” (a name Clark gave him) was making touchdowns on national television while the rest of us were getting drunk in bars back home in San Diego. Ron was a formidable boozer as well as a star athlete so I’m sure be balanced his work on the gridiron with hard partying. He was more than tough enough to pull that off and also, well pretty smart like that. He knew a lot of tricks.

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Tony recounted common knowledge and childhood memories when he added a strange anecdote: his girlfriend had bumped into Ron in Jaco Beach in Costa Rica in his post-football career life. After playing professionally for nine years Ron came back home to San Diego, where his mom lived. I think she’d moved to Rancho Santa Fe by then. Clark had seen him carding patrons at the door to the beer garden at the Del Mar Fair. Clark said he didn’t recognize Ron at first though. His face had changed, gotten beefier, he said, more “square”. Something about his brow was different, too. And Ron was huger. “There might have been some chemical enhancement,” Clark surmised. Later on Clark added that this was “pure conjecture”. But given the era and Ron’s pro career it would be assumed he had plenty of reason to juice. It was Ron who noticed his highschool buddy after over 13 years or so and struck up the conversation as he checked Clark’s id. Then they parted.

Tony’s story had a plot twist. Some time after this chance meeting with Clark, Ron must have left for Costa Rica. Tony’s girlfriend said that in 2002 she and a friend of hers, also a “cute blonde,” stayed with “this American ex-football player a his house” in Jaco Beach. His name was Ron Hall and they’d met him in a sushi bar. He invited them to his house with his girlfriend and spent the next two days doing lots of coke and inhalants, she said. Once he had them wait outside a pharmacy while he went in to get a shot of Demerol for pain due to old non-specific football injuries. It seems that opioids are easy to get there and they’ll inject them right into you inside the pharmacy. “Ron was partying like a freak,” Tony said oiver the phone, “doing lots of coke and having her and her friend watch him have sex with his girl,” he added, laughing.

Yeah, although I never saw that behavior when we were kids it kinda sounds like Ron, I guess.

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Then Tony said that after his girl told him this old story he ran a search for Ron’s name and to his surprise found out – he’d died. It seems Demerol, coke and booze for extended periods might not be good for your health for a mountain of a man like Ron.

But then I thought: lots of drugs, sun and surf, plentiful tourist girls and a cheap economy – sounds like Ron found his slice of paradise before he died at age 43 in 2007, “of natural causes,” according to his Wikipedia page. For a guy who had always liked to say things like, “Hey you only live once so why not fuck up?”, he seems to have gotten it kinda right.

From the Tampa Bay Buccaneers’ website:
“One of the best tight ends in Buc history and one of the most popular players during his seven seasons in Tampa Bay. Played briefly with the Lions on leaving Tampa after the 1993 season, seeing action in 19 games across two seasons in Detroit. His 209 receptions still rank 11th in franchise history and 2nd only to Jimmie Giles amongst Buc tight ends and any all-time Tampa Bay roster would have to include Hall as Giles’ back-up. Famously used to walk across hot coals as his party trick when at university in Hawaii. Died in May 2007 from natural causes at his home in Costa Rica.”

Ron Hall stat card images found via Google and at bucpower.com/ron-hall.

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