The Autumn Wind Is A Raider, /

If There's One Thing I Can't Stand, It's Not Being Noticed.

The Autumn Wind Is A Pirate. Blustering In From Sea With A Rollicking Song He Sweeps Along Swaggering Boisterously. His Face Is Weather Beaten, He Wears A Hooded Sash With A Silver Hat About His Head... The Autumn Wind Is A Raider, Pillaging Just For Fun.

I Have Loved Football As An Almost Mythic Game Since I Was In The Fourth Grade. To Me, The Game Wasn't Even Grounded In Reality. The Uniform Turned You Into A Warrior. Being On A Team, The Mythology Of Physical Combat, The Struggle Against The Elements, The Narrative Of The Game.

When My Father Bid $5,000 For The 1962 Championship Game, That Was A Huge Amount. It Was Double The Bid The Year Before. Pete Rozelle Was Flabbergasted. Who Was This Guy Who Was Willing To Spend So Much Money On What Seemed Like Relatively Worthless Rights To The Nfl Championship Game?

I Was Kicked Out Of School One Year For Streaking.