As a kid, I admired Harris's work with the Steelers (who were not yet the Title Stealers).
The first Seahawks game I actually saw in the stadium was the one in Foxborough in September of 1984. Because Curt Warner's knee had exploded, the Seahawks were forced to sign the desiccated remains of Franco Harris to try to get some production out of him. It went about as well as you'd expect. I was a teenager, but I understood that Harris couldn't help the Seahawks, and I didn't let that stop me from asking him for his autograph after the game, nor from being really happy to have it.
Of course, the real highlight of that day for me was being able to tell my first childhood sports hero, Jim Zorn, to his face that I had had his autographed picture framed on my wall in Maine for years.