My First Experience with the New York Jets

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We had such success with Alex Parizale’s great piece, “The Day I Met a Legend“, that I wanted to write something in the same vein.  I wanted to take a few minutes of time out from Tebow, from the draft, and everything else, to talk about my first experience with a Jets game.  The day that I became a football fan for life.

The game my father took me to was November 24, 1985.  I had just begun watching the Jets on television, but my Dad got tickets to this one against the Patriots at the Meadowlands, and I was 8 years old, chomping at the bit to go.  We didn’t go to a lot of games, but when we did go it was great fun.

Furthering that, my father got seats near the 50 yard line, downstairs.  I don’t remember how he did that, but man, what a way to be introduced to the game, huh?

It was a cool day, I remember that the game was a 4 PM start, and we all know that it’s always colder inside the stadium.  My Dad got me all bundled up, I remember packing some soup, and hot cocoa in a thermos, and off we went.

I will tell you about what I remember.  I remember walking through the tunnel, and just how big everything was.  Remember the first time you went to a game, and just the expanse of it all?  As an eight year old, I remember thinking, “Wow!  This is a heck of a lot bigger than it is on TV, huh?”  Obvious now, but to a kid, not so much.

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