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Making time travel possible
I attended my first NFL game last weekend when my wife and I flew to Dallas for the Cards@Dallas game. I’ve had the Sunday Ticket for several years, but never made the trip to see the Cardinals live.
My wife and I were in full Cardinals gear and received the expected amount of heckling. We had agreed that we were there to watch the Cardinals play, not win. Still, it really sucked to see them get blown out like that. The one bright spot was watching Rackers. That guy continues to put on a clinic every Sunday. Every one of his warm-up kicks that I saw went through the uprights.
After the game, we tried to get down near the tunnel where the team was exiting, but were too late. On the way out, we stopped and talked to a nice couple from Oklahoma that had come to watch the Cards. They told us you can sometimes get autographs if you stand outside of the barricade where the players meet with their families after the game. We walked over with them and had the time of our lives!
We met several players and got autographs from Macklin, Berry, Shipp, Fitz, Swinton, L. Davis and Rackers. I was holding the camera, so we have pictures of my wife with several of the above players, but none of me with any of them.
Neil Rackers stood and talked with us for several minutes. The first thing out of his mouth was, “Thanks for coming to the game. I’m sorry we couldn’t get a win for you.” How cool is that?! We were talking about the Mexico City game and he said that near the end of the first half the Cards were 3rd and 2 on their own 48 yd line and Denny told them that if they didn’t make the first, he was going to let him try and kick a field goal. Would that be like 70 yds? Neil said he was ready, but the Cards scored a touchdown on the next play.
We met David Macklin’s parents and they are two of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Like all parents, they’re very proud of their son. Reggie Swinton’s father was also very nice.
So, not a bad outing for a first timer. My wife enjoyed it so that now she things we need to make the trip from SD and see at least one game a year. By the time we were on the plane home, she thought a trip to training camp might be fun too. Here’s hoping!
My wife and I were in full Cardinals gear and received the expected amount of heckling. We had agreed that we were there to watch the Cardinals play, not win. Still, it really sucked to see them get blown out like that. The one bright spot was watching Rackers. That guy continues to put on a clinic every Sunday. Every one of his warm-up kicks that I saw went through the uprights.
After the game, we tried to get down near the tunnel where the team was exiting, but were too late. On the way out, we stopped and talked to a nice couple from Oklahoma that had come to watch the Cards. They told us you can sometimes get autographs if you stand outside of the barricade where the players meet with their families after the game. We walked over with them and had the time of our lives!
We met several players and got autographs from Macklin, Berry, Shipp, Fitz, Swinton, L. Davis and Rackers. I was holding the camera, so we have pictures of my wife with several of the above players, but none of me with any of them.
Neil Rackers stood and talked with us for several minutes. The first thing out of his mouth was, “Thanks for coming to the game. I’m sorry we couldn’t get a win for you.” How cool is that?! We were talking about the Mexico City game and he said that near the end of the first half the Cards were 3rd and 2 on their own 48 yd line and Denny told them that if they didn’t make the first, he was going to let him try and kick a field goal. Would that be like 70 yds? Neil said he was ready, but the Cards scored a touchdown on the next play.
We met David Macklin’s parents and they are two of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Like all parents, they’re very proud of their son. Reggie Swinton’s father was also very nice.
So, not a bad outing for a first timer. My wife enjoyed it so that now she things we need to make the trip from SD and see at least one game a year. By the time we were on the plane home, she thought a trip to training camp might be fun too. Here’s hoping!
