chuckm said:
if you don't get goosebumps when you see that Monday Night run against the Dolphins then seek help .....
I am getting goosebumps writing this.
Me and a couple of my friends had to settle for SRO tickets for that game (I think they cost $9 at the time). Anyway...I thought it would be cool to bring my battery operated tv into the game to watch replays of MNF coverage. Remember, this was 1978 and the technology back then was a bit primitive. The TV was about a 9 inch B&W and the battery pack inside that sucker weighed at least 5 lbs, so this wasn't like carrying around a pocket sized LCD tv. It was basically a clumsy 12" x 12" x 12" box - with a raggedy antenna swinging off it.
Anyway, we walked into the Dome - I was worried they wouldn't let me in with the tv but they did - and we proceeded to the concourse area behind the field level seats on the home sideline. My buddies started scouting for seats but as you can imagine it was packed. I head this whooshing sound and walked into one of the chutes leading to the field level seats on about the west 30 yard line. I was greeted by a sea of 50,000+ blue pom poms being pumped in unison to "Houston Oilers Number One."
I started looking around for a place to sit - the tv was heavy and the game was about to start - but it seemed hopeless. I was about to head back around to the west endzone where you could watch from behind the screen at the back of the field level endzone seats.
Then I heard this voice from above. "Hey," the guy said. "Do you need a place to sit?" "I sure do," I said in response. "I have an extra seat right here next to me and you can sit here on one condition....that you let me watch replays on your tv." "No problem," I said as I worked my way up to where he was sitting.
And so there I sat with my new best friend (whose name I can't remember) behind the Oilers bench on the 30 yard line, field level, watching one of the greatest games in MNF history, maybe even one of the greatest games ever, period.
I will never forget when Earl broke it around the far sideline and took it to the house. I had never in my life experienced a stadium so frenzied -- at least until September 8, 2002.
And the tv? The battery died in the first quarter, but my new friend didn't seem to care.