Oh, the young generation
I’m headed to Texas Stadium this Sunday for the Cowboy-Giant epic, and a couple of my favorite colleagues are going with me. Blake Jackson (Ebony) and Darnell Mayberry (RFD). I’ve really only got one thing against them. They were born like 15 minutes ago.
Sometimes I forget how young some of my cohorts are. Several of my fellow writers are in their 20s, which means they have absolutely no clue about Game 6 of the 1986 World Series, no clue how good Larry Bird actually was, no clue what a sport-changing moment was Dwight Clark’s catch against the Cowboys at Candlestick Park. They barely remember the lost World Series of 1994 or the Buffalo Bills’ dubious streak. To them, Michael Jordan, not Wilt Chamberlain, is the legendary figure of shadows who played so long ago.
Anyway, that point was hammered home the last time I went to Texas Stadium. Ebony came along, and when we got to the pressbox, we discovered they didn’t seat us together. He was at the far end of press row, I was down towards the middle. No big deal, I told him. We can communicate during the game via email. I know it’s not a hip as text-messaging, but hey, you’re dealing with a dinosaur here.
Anyway, early in the first quarter, I emailed Ebony and asked him who he was sitting beside. He said he didn’t know, just some guys cheering for the Cowboys. I thought, that’s unfortunate. Guy comes to Texas Stadium and has to sit next to some yahoos.
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