The most magical and best day of my life. That’s sorta sad in a certain way, but is what it is, and I’m proud of it.
I had just finished college, and while many decide to take a gap year or backpack through Europe, I got a job at the airport so I could fly free and follow my Dallas Cowboys. The economy sucked anyway, so a career could wait. There were no silver spoons, but I made it work.
Three of us bought four season seats in Texas Stadium. Section 102. Twenty one bucks each per game…although we lived in NJ.
Some combo of us made it to 15 of the 19 games that year, but not the CG in SF, which I did not expect to win.
There’s a lottery for season ticket holders when the team makes the SB. It’s a small allotment and your odds aren’t great. Back then, they notified you by regular mail if you won, but not if you didnt. Couldn’t wait, so I called the team. I remember telling the girl my situation, maybe slightly exaggerating how long mail took, and her asking me to hold while she found my account. She comes back and says “congratulations, you’ve been selected to purchase four tickets.”
The Rose Bowl is a magical place with perfect weather. If you’ve been there for a special event, you know what I mean. We started the day by over looking the stadium from a hill next to it. You could partially see into it. It was beyond surreal. Standing next to us were some wonderful folks from Dallas that we met up with for many home games afterward.
I stopped consuming alcohol because I wanted to remember all of it. One of my better moves ever as it turns out, and a decision I can’t see myself ever making again lol.
The jersey I wore for most of the games that year was an Aikman UCLA….before throwbacks were all the rage. I had it custom made on the UCLA campus while in SoCal the previous year…and here I was wearing that, in UCLAs home building, with Aikman the QB of my Cowboys…just wow on its own. The bright blue allowed me to find myself on the VCR later on with some crafty still/pause work during the Harper bomb lol.
Going into that game, I hadn’t yet realized how good we were. We were bad for so long just getting into that game was special. Buffalo had SB experience and were they really going to lose three in a row?
You all saw the game. When Mike Saxon had a punt blocked early I thought this may be the end of the ride. Nah…
When we got a turnover and a quick Aikman to Irvin TD to make it 28-10 at the half, the game was over. We knew about Buffalo/Houston two weeks earlier, but that didn’t matter. This team wasn’t capable of blowing that kind of lead. Around that same moment, unbeknownst to me at the time, Jimmy was making the “we’re not Houston” comment in the locker room.
I’m not a big MJ fan but he was quite the spectacle, and arguably the greatest performer of all time.
I wrote all this wanting to describe the feeling of just then realizing we are going to win the Super Bowl, while watching Michael Jackson perform live in front of me in paradise….and I can’t really put it into words now that Im here.
It’ll never again be quite that good, but I desperately long to feel something close. It’s currently blocked by a planet sized ego, and I don’t mean mine.