I watched the first half of the Eagles game last night - probably the first concentrated viewing of a game since I lived there in the 80s.
Two thoughts:
- How easy it was to become re-absorbed into the game and tactics. That was wonderful, even though I knew no-one.
- How incredibly tiresome the breaks in action were. I was used to it in those days (no choice really).
Was also reminded that I went to an Eagles game that was one of the first (if not the first) starts for Randall Cunningham at Quarterback. I lived in semi-rural Delaware (Dover) and the general opinion of my work mates was that Cunningham would crash and burn, as a black man wouldn’t have the tactical nous and coolness of thought to be a Quarterback. NB The local radio played mostly Country...
