The early Nineties were football Camelot.
I can well recall the lunch at Mia’s and the story breaking that Jerry was buying from Bum Bright. Mia’s was just a few blocks from my high school campus and I was a senior at the time, just three months shy of graduation. The Saturday Night Massacre went down a couple days later.
The first game of the Jones/Johnson regime, in New Orleans. First win, at Washington. The Herschel trade.
First playoff game and first playoff win, both in Chicago — also the franchise’s first postseason dub in a decade. Of course, the NFCC at Candlestick; SB XXVII in Pasadena. Remember it all fondly.
I know exactly where I was, exactly what I was doing, where I was heading when I heard Jimmy make the Three Inch Headline guarantee to Randy Galloway on his show.
Amazingly enough, it was just a few weeks later when the divorce essentially went full tilt, after news broke of that toast gone awry in Orlando. We’d heard of Jimmy’s unhappiness followed by his flirtations and thoughts of Jacksonville. Like many, I brushed all the gossip aside, but it was always heading this direction. That night, it really ended.
All these moments and places associated, they’ll forever be with me. What a crazy, wonderful time! What couldn’t possibly end only lasted a few years. From the Mexican lunch in Feb ‘89 to the owner’s party in Mar ‘94, just over five years. And for those two, it was always over drinks.
Yeah, I know, there was still another high-stakes go-round in San Francisco. A fifth Lombardi came home from Tempe. That was great, too. Maybe not the same, but still, those moments, as we’ve come to learn, don’t come cheap.
At the time, it was pretty much the expectation. I mean, that loss we took in the CG in San Francisco damn near broke me emotionally. Despite everything we were up against that day, it was a bitter pill to swallow. That’s precisely how entitled and how much I took these things for granted.
It sure didn’t last long. I remember so much of it. From then to now, it seems like forever and much of it I try to forget.