It worked, it worked! Thank you GrandadB and Gustoon! I'm still thick as a post but it worked!
I am still not sure what i did wrong, but whatever. And, yes, now I gotta figure out how to downsize the image...
So, here's the story I was going to tell:
When I was in high school I was, by my own admission only perhaps, the 2nd fastest kid in the school, was the best receiver, and they called me the hawk when I was on the D side as a CB. Like everyone here I think, football was my life, still is too ! lol.
Since we had no NFL teams where I grew up I didn't meet any NFL players except one: Warren Moon (when he played for the Edmonton Eskimos prior to heading off to the big green, as in moulah, pastures of Texas.)
I watched Moon regularly. Well, anytime my dad could get off work early and take me as we had to come in from out of town. In those days they weren't terribly concerned about liability so fans pretty much stood right on the sidelines at practice and they were almost all open practices, except for once playoffs began. If you got run over, that was your fault. The player would often help you up, ask if you're ok, and that's it. not so much anymore sadly.
Moon was particularly friendly with the fans. As kids, we would run our favourite receiver's route tree (or try to chuck a ball like Moon) near the sidelines just as he was running his and then compare how we did. After the practice the players always stayed around for half an hour or so talking to kids, playing catch, signing autographs, and giving them tips and chatting with the dads about life in general, it was awesome. Moon was a fan favourite. Back then, many of the players even had their names published in the local phone books and they would talk to you occasionally in the off season.
Anyway, one fine summer day, being cocky as I was, I was watching Dave Fennel do his thing. Dave was a nosetackle, and perhaps one of the best ever to play in the CFL, now a CFL HOF. They called him Dr. Death, he was a machine. I watched Moon evade him easily every time he came near him.
I thought, I can't beat Moon, or any other WRs in a footrace, but Dr. Death is sloth! Dude is just a tank on wheels, I could clean him easily. So, I challenged him to a footrace, and he accepted! We agreed to do a 50 yard dash.
Well, he hit the 50 cleanly before I even smelled the 30. I was so humbled! I also gained a huge appreciation for what it would be like him hitting you as a QB with that speed and size coming at you (he sounded scary just hitting the ground!) Ever since then, I have had a wicked respect for the speed and power of the big boys! I also never raced a CFL player again after that! (we ended up moving away the next year, not that I was afraid to lose again! lol)
I can't imagine what made Moon go, heck, Fennell doesn't scare me, I wanna go play in the NFL where nosetackles are even bigger and faster! Or, maybe Dr. Death being on his heels every day in practice prepared Moon a bit for NFL life!
Either way, Moon left a legacy in Edmonton and in the NFL and I think part of his success was his way with the fans combined with his skill in the field.
Last edited at 8/17/2020 5:20 pm