Lonewolf Ed |
08-12-2014 05:52 AM |
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Originally Posted by Archie F. Swin
(Post 10812559)
How old are you, Ed? Tell us about when you become a Chiefs fan and some of your fondest football memories.
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I am 46. I was too young to notice much other than my dad and brother watching football on TV, so it had to have been the Chiefs. I was a Cowboys fan once I was old enough to understand the game, which came when I could tell the difference between offides and a false start. Earl Campbell was my favorite player, though. I became a Chiefs fan in earnest when I saw Marty on TV suggesting people come on out to Arrowhead and I was hearing about some guy named Okoye.
My dad and I went to a game and the Chiefs beat Houston. The defense was ranked number two in the NFL. My dad bought season tickets for the rest of the year, if memory serves. We were on another side of the stadium for that first game. I was there to see Derrick get 7 sacks and almost the 8th, but the Seahawks won on that final play. We moved to the homefield side of the stadium the next season. We were in section 325, rows 15 and 16, seats... 11 maybe. The closest we could get to the field were those seats. I liked the view, though.
Some of my favorite games were the Monday Night victories over Buffalo (I actually brought buffalo burger and grilled it in the parking lot before that game) and San Diego when Vanover won it in OT with the punt return. I was at the playoff game vs. the Raiders that KC won, but was sick and had to watch the one on TV at home where Montana was QB and they beat the Steelers on the 4th down pass to Barnett.
One of my favorite parking lot memories was when I noticed smoke coming from a drain grate and a cop making some guy pour beers down into it, since the man foolishly dumped his hot coals in there. I always brought two gallon jugs of water since I'd dump my coals into a trash bag with some water and pour more on them to put them out. I had a gallon left so I ran over and poured it down the grate. The man was very grateful and offered me a beer, but it was Milwaukee's Beast Light so I declined. Life was too short for cheap beer, I told him.
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