Memories
It's amazing how some things can stay with you. I got home from classes today and turned on ESPN. On ESPN, they were showing the 1992 NFC championship game between Dallas and San Fran. Granted it was edited but for the most part they showed the whole thing. Watching that game, I can remember almost everything about that day. I know that it was a cloudy, gloomy, Sunday afternoon here while it was a mess in San Fran.It was a battle of two titans on San Fran's home field. On the pregame show, there was lots of talk about how awful the field conditions were. I remember how much talk, how much press there was about the field conditions as it seemed to have been raining in San Fran for about a week. First of all, Candlestick Park wasn't the best field anyways. It was a guaranteed mudhole now, with the sports media making a gigantic deal about how much new turf they had brought in to try to repair the quagmire like conditions.
Dad and I were nervous before the game ever started. He had told me that "this probably wasn't the year as San Fran was just too good." Of course, being the optimist I am, I told him to shove it as we were going to win. The kicker was that we had to watch the game in my sister's room. Mom and Mindy wanted to watch a movie out in the living room where the VCR was. Dad and I obliged so I laid on Mindy's bed and Dad laid on the floor.
Watching that game on ESPN evoked all kinds of memories for me. I think I lived and died with every down during the game as I wanted nothing more than to watch my Cowboys advance to the Super Bowl. I remember gripping the pillow with every tense moment. But to see the Cowboys advance with a 30-20 win was incredible because I don't think Dad and I had missed a game all season. It was a great game.
And yes, I am a goober for living for my sports.
posted by Rusty @ 11:30 AM
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