Syracuse Football Athletes in The Pro Football Hall of Fame
- Jim Brown - Pro Football Hall of Fame Class of 1971
- Jim Ringo - Pro Football Hall of Fame Class of 1981
- Larry Csonka - Pro Football Hall of Fame Class of 1987
- John Mackey - Pro Football Hall of Fame Class of 1992
- Al Davis - Enshrined as a coach and not a player. Pro Football Hall of Fame Class of 1992
- Art Monk - Pro Football Hall of Fame Class of 2008
- Floyd Little - Pro Football Hall of Fame Class of 2010
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