Re: In Praise of the NFL, by Linda Treiber, Friday, January 24.
I, too, like the NFL. Well, after tennis. I first became a fan when I was introduced to it when the Cowboys were in training camp at Thousand Oaks when I was a young teen.
A player was having steak for breakfast!
Years later, 1973, I was at Super Bowl VII. Free tickets because my friend knew a stockbroker from New York. We sat in the front row, although it was named the second. My friend, Kathy Frasher, had never seen a football game, having been schooled in an all-girls parochial school. Fourth down, her comment, twice, was something like the ball just got kicked. Yep. Serious bettors sitting behind us, even then. How did we get to the Coliseum? We did not know. In your 20, one just goes for it. We flew from San Diego to Los Angeles. (We worked for a local airline, PSA.)
At any rate, we hitched both ways. No strings, no fears.
So glad now we were there. Lost touch with my friend, sad to say.