weekend in NJ
"most people carry pictures of their family in their wallets, but look at this..."
uncle stanley reaches into his pocket for his wallet, opens it and proudly displays a ticket stub for the 1960 football championship game. "this is the last time the eagles were the champs!"
uncle stanley and me
i'm seated at the kitchen table at my parents' house with uncle stanley, who is my father's mother's brother, with my dad, my grandfather (dad's dad), uncle john (dad's little brother) and munk. munk and i hadn't heard the story about the eagles championship before.
"look at the price on the ticket," uncle stanley insists.
"$8?! holy shit!" i say.
"that was when they played at the U Penn. season tickets cost $16, but my buddy worked at U Penn so i got a student discount. $8 for season tickets, and then $8 for the championship game ticket."
he goes on to tell us about how he was at a game one day, and it's raining really hard. stanley was a mailman, so he's in his US Postal Service raincoat and everything. the stadium is doing a contest where they pick various seats at random and people go out on the field and try to kick a 25 yard field goal. he's sitting there, half paying attention, when there's an announcement that he couldn't hear and then suddenly everyone around him is pointing at him and yelling "that's you, that's you!"
his friend had been saying how easy it'd be to kick the field goal, so stosh gives him the ticket and says "go for it!"
unfortunately, his friend completely missed to the side. it's gotta be a hard kick anyway, what with the rain and poor ground condition, but to have it be your first time trying it in a stadium full of loud philadelphia fans (these are the same people who, some years later, booed santa claus) has got to make it still MORE tough.
uncle john with grandpop in the background
dad, munk, and uncle stanley 'round the table as stanley takes a call
good weekend!
uncle stanley reaches into his pocket for his wallet, opens it and proudly displays a ticket stub for the 1960 football championship game. "this is the last time the eagles were the champs!"
uncle stanley and me
i'm seated at the kitchen table at my parents' house with uncle stanley, who is my father's mother's brother, with my dad, my grandfather (dad's dad), uncle john (dad's little brother) and munk. munk and i hadn't heard the story about the eagles championship before.
"look at the price on the ticket," uncle stanley insists.
"$8?! holy shit!" i say.
"that was when they played at the U Penn. season tickets cost $16, but my buddy worked at U Penn so i got a student discount. $8 for season tickets, and then $8 for the championship game ticket."
he goes on to tell us about how he was at a game one day, and it's raining really hard. stanley was a mailman, so he's in his US Postal Service raincoat and everything. the stadium is doing a contest where they pick various seats at random and people go out on the field and try to kick a 25 yard field goal. he's sitting there, half paying attention, when there's an announcement that he couldn't hear and then suddenly everyone around him is pointing at him and yelling "that's you, that's you!"
his friend had been saying how easy it'd be to kick the field goal, so stosh gives him the ticket and says "go for it!"
unfortunately, his friend completely missed to the side. it's gotta be a hard kick anyway, what with the rain and poor ground condition, but to have it be your first time trying it in a stadium full of loud philadelphia fans (these are the same people who, some years later, booed santa claus) has got to make it still MORE tough.
uncle john with grandpop in the background
dad, munk, and uncle stanley 'round the table as stanley takes a call
good weekend!
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