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I prefer to watch stop lights change color.

You can leave during the action and not miss anything.

Besides, stop lights are more decent Americans.

Colts - Giants 1958

OH don't get me wrong. Nobody GAF but there was no audible "cheering" that I could hear. lol

I was on Mille Lacs ice fishing. We went to a sports bar to watch.

Afterwards, the guys went to the casino. I went back out to the sleeper fish house and stared at my feet until 4:00 am. LOL

The '84 Super Bowl between the Raiders and Redskins. Raiders demolished the 'skins. My last interest in the nfl.

The last one that is held.

Who Cares??

Any of them that I don't have to watch.

Who else was watching when Atwater put the hard stop on Christian Okoye?

jeffp: For me to ever again watch/enjoy/look forward to an n.f.l. game is about as likely as the hildabeast to quit sucking pussy!
The n.f.l. is dead to me and good riddance.
Watching a bunch of spoiled, anti-American, chip on their shoulder ghettoites "playing" a game holds NO interest to me.
Sad in a way - but I am doing well, VERY well, without the chumps (n.f.l. in my life.
Hold into the wind
VarmintGuy

Yessir, when football was football, not the pussified, racist BS that masquerades as football that I won't watch anymore.

Johnny U. was THE best QB ever, & didn't make it as an analyst because he called things as they were not as the league & the networks thought they should be called.

MM

Chargers-Dolphins 1982 AFC Playoff Game.

YES

Thought last years SB was pretty good.
And Patriots versus Falcons SB was pretty good also.

Can’t name one dude this guy amazed me as a youth.
Hell of a runner and runned people over.
Favorite all time.

Walter Payton....#34 Chicago Bears ?

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I cannot really pick one game, but it comes from a time when the Cleveland Browns were near the top of the heap in the NFL. Paul Brown was running the show and everyone tuned in to see what Jimmy Brown was going to do. In Cincinnati, this years before the Bengals, we got all the Browns games. Every Sunday Dad and Grandpa watched on Gramp's big B&W set. It was a larger than normal screen for the time-- a big console affair, but this was the early 60's and it was not like today, where you can see the stubble on the QB's face.

I was trying to figure out football. I was born in 1958. I went to Kindergarten in '63-- you pick a year and a game. All I know is that I would pester my Dad and Grandpa asking what was going on. Dad took it upon himself to school me, but in his typical way.

See, Dad had been a wannabe comic. He used to hang with a lot of entertainment types-- guys like Jackie Gleason and Arthur Godfrey. He had gotten encouragement. He had great comedic timing, but there was something off in his delivery. He was a bit tongue-tied from speaking German until he went to 1st Grade. He just couldn't do stand-up. He was still hilarious.

Me: "What was that?"

Dad: "Green Bay just pulled a penalty for farting at the line-- 5 yards and replay the down."

Me: "No they didn't!"

Dad: "You saw them all just stand up and then get back in their stance, didn't you? "

Me: "Yeah."

Dad: "And you saw the wide receiver run away from the cloud, didn't you?"

Me: "You're teasing me."

Dad: "You need to watch closer and stop asking questions."


LATER

Me: "What was that?"

Dad: "They've called time out on the field while they retrieve that guy's head. It's still rolling round the field."

Me: "No, really, what happened?"

Dad: "They're going to back up ten yards and bring in the kicker. If the kicker can get the head through the uprights, it's 3 points.


Before I could read, I couldn't make out names on the jerseys. Dad would always tell me some cockamamy name he'd make up.

"That was Ermin Schnorrbrush that just came off the bench to kick," he'd say. "I think he's from the Buxtehude League."

I knew that one was fake, because Dad had talked about dating the Schnorrbrush sisters. He recycled a lot of names from one tall tale to the next. Buxtehude is a town in Northern Germany. For some reason, my father used Buxtehude in the same way we use "Bumfuch, Egypt". I heard his father use it, so it went back to the old country. Imagine my surprise when I found out there really was a Raymond Nitschke, an Emerson Boozer and Dick Butkus out there. They weren't figments of Dad's imagination.

There was just enough truth in what he was saying that my young mind kind of half-believed. As a result, I used to watch football on TV with this really skewed idea of what was going on. I have to say that it was a hell of a lot more entertaining than football was in reality. Of course, it was a rude awakening when I got to be maybe 6 or 7 and started playing football with the neighbor kids. By the time of the first Superbowl, the fantasy had ended. I was peeved at my Dad for lying to me and for Grandpa for just sitting there smiling. My big revolt was to start backing the Green Bay Packers over the Cleveland Browns and then the Bengals. I'm sure they both couldn't care less, but it made me feel like I was sticking it to them.