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ThatDamnedPanda -> RE: NFL Sob (or Brag) Thread (11/6/2010 8:03:23 PM)
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ORIGINAL: servantforuse
I will be in Lambeau Stadium tomorrow night to watch the Packers whip the boys...GO PACK..
First NFL game I ever attended was the Pittsburghs playing the Packers at Lambeau. My father took me, and somehow we had seats on the 45-yard line. God only knows how he managed that. I was about 7 or 8, and I thought it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. Maybe even the most amazing thing that had ever happened in the history of the human race. I still remember Boyd Dowler streaking down the right sideline like a gazelle, and Bart Starr dropping a perfect 30-yard pass right into the palms of his hands as he raced past us, as though it happened last night.
After the game, my dad took me to the parking lot to wait for the players to come out to their cars, and I got Starr's autograph, and Dowler's too. Ray Nitschke, Paul Hornung, and I think Carroll Dale all signed for me, too. Oh, and Elijah Pitts. I still have those autographs somewhere. Haven't looked at them in years, but for months afterwards I kept them on top of my dresser so I could see them every time I walked past. I had a vague conviction that somehow I was now elevated to a plane of existence somewhat higher than the level where most other people lived; I couldn't exactly explain why this was so, but I was pretty certain of it nevertheless.
A few years after that, I lived in Green Bay for a summer, and was fortunate enough to get a summer job at the Brown County Sports Arena across the street from the stadium, which housed the Packer Hall of Fame. I think I was 12. It was my first Actual Job. Part of the gig was that I got to sell popcorn at Lambeau for a couple of pre-season games, and I remember a sense of awe at the realization that at age 12, I was already experiencing the supreme achievement of my life.
And you know, somehow that never really wore off. That place still has magic for me. Every time I drive by there, I feel as though a part of me is transported back to the night my father and I watched Boyd Dowler and Bart Starr lighting up the Steelers. Very few places on this earth have the power to move me in that way, and I'm frankly a little embarrassed to admit that a football stadium would be one of them. But, there it is.
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ORIGINAL: servantforuse
Pittsburg fans travel well. I have met many of them when the Steelers play here. Great fans..
I keep crossing my fingers and hoping to god that one of these times, they'll do us a favor and toss Mike McCarthy in the trunk of their car and haul his worthless ass back to Pittsburgh where he belongs.
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