The president and executive director of the Pro Football Hall of Fame read the names. He did so alphabetically … Larry Allen, Cris Carter, Curley Culp, Jonathan Ogden, Bill Parcells and Dave Robinson …

"… and Warren Sapp."

And Warren Sapp.

Last, but never least.

Warren Sapp is a Hall of Famer. Sapp Daddy made it in his first time out. He couldn't be blocked for most of his career and they couldn't deny him Saturday. And he couldn't stop his tears.

"That was the first time I've actually heard my name ring in my own ears," Sapp said.

Lee Roy Selmon is already in Canton. Derrick Brooks, who patrolled behind Sapp, will probably join 99 next year, along with maybe Tony Dungy. And John Lynch and Ronde Barber, get them there, too -- Tampa 2, Ohio branch.

"Without my boys, I wouldn't be sitting right here," Sapp said.

We always knew we were watching greatness when we watched Sapp. We never doubted it was something we hadn't seen, a 300-pound man racing like a sprinter, twirling like a ballerina, stalking like a lion.

He changed the position he played, he changed the Bucs, he stopped the jokes and helped make a champion.