Mark Gastineau doesn’t need your attention — or a gold jacket — anymore

LEBANON, Pa. — Narrow evergreens tower over the split-level house, lining the long driveway. Fans started calling the Jets’ D-line of Gastineau, Klecko, Marty Lyons and Abdul Salaam “The New York Sack Exchange.” Team publicist Frank Ramos used it in press releases. “That team was full of cliques and petty jealousies,” says then-Jets wide receiver Wesley Walker, who recalls one teammate spitting a wad of chewing tobacco in Gastineau’s soda cup when he wasn’t looking. It was referred to as “The Gastineau Rule.” Despite his production, Gastineau’s New York Sack Exchange teammates Joe Klecko and Marty Lyons had little love for him while he was playing. “I didn’t know anything about sports, but the sports fans couldn’t believe the same Mark Gastineau who played for the New York Jets was wearing a robe, clapping his hands, crying and singing.” But Gastineau was still struggling with something — he couldn’t forgive Klecko.