Pete Rozelle, the league’s commissioner and an old friend of Salata’s from California, liked his idea, and starting in 1976, the last player drafted would be crowned Mr. Irrelevant. Though ESPN had started televising and hosting players at the draft in person by the 1980s, the last pick was unlikely to still be there in person. Salata would hold up a jersey with the three-digit number that represented the last pick of the draft.
For the next 45 years, Salata and his friends would fete each Mr. Irrelevant after the draft in Newport Beach, Calif., with a banquet, parade and assorted activities like surfing lessons and visits to Disneyland.
Salata’s award added a rare dose of humor and serendipity to the draft, where players nervously await their fates and fans pin their hopes on next season’s rookies. And it allowed Salata to celebrate payers who overcame the odds to get drafted by an N.F.L. team.
This year, for the first time since he created Mr. Irrelevant, Salata was not around to witness his creation. He died last October at 94.