Roman Snow
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New to ROD. Grew up in Whiner country, Northern Ca. But lived in Minnesota when I was little and remember meeting Alan Page at Viking training camp (1971?)- he was friends with my dad- and seeing his purple sports car.
We moved to the Bay Area in 1974. First day in San Mateo my dad walked us down to the local Elementary school to run off some energy, and he struck up a conversation with the janitor, who was beaming, "My son Lynn was just drafted by the Pittsburgh Steelers!" My dad, being a big USC fan, already knew about Lynn Swann and offered his congratulations. We actually came to know the Swann family pretty well, and of course followed his career. His mom was nice enough to give us tickets to his MVP celebration a couple years later. (You should have seen me, coolest 10 year old kid at the party, easily. Just ask me) Just a couple of my Forrest Gump moments that make life a little more interesting.
None of things swayed me off of my love of the Rams, though. We used to go to all the great Ram-Niner games every year through the 70's and 80's. I was as the NFC championship game in '89, donning my rams gear, we were winning 3-0, early second quarter when Jim Everett floated that ball to a wide open Flipper Anderson, after the Niner CB was juked. Ronnie Lott ran from South San Francisco to bat it down,
and nothing good happened the rest of the day. Frustrated, a young 24 year-old threw his Rams jacket into a Cheveron gas station dumpster, like a petulant child.
But you can never stop being a fan, right? Better years were to come!
My dad actually had season tickets in the Anaheim years, but I did get a chance to go to one game at the Coliseum. (A loss to Fouts' Chargers) I got to see Dickerson at the big A, then drove home 500 miles with my dad to make it for school the next day. I've been able to meet Henry Ellard, DeMarco Farr among others. Great guys.
My SB XXXIV experience was setting up to be great. Greatest Show On Turf. Dream year. I was going through a divorce, so it pretty much cancelled out, right? I was watching my brothers house at the time while he worked out of town, so I had his big screen, couple frosty ones on deck,:cheers: wings, etc.opcorn: I set up the TV and somehow hit the SAP button (Spanish Language) and couldn't turn it off. :headexplosion: 20 minutes until kickoff! The only other tv in the house was an old school 15"- had to crank the volume on that TV and put the Spanish language on the big screen on mute! We do what we must do. Finally a Lombardi trophy, though! Sweet victory.
Wish that era lasted longer...cheers gentlemen. John
We moved to the Bay Area in 1974. First day in San Mateo my dad walked us down to the local Elementary school to run off some energy, and he struck up a conversation with the janitor, who was beaming, "My son Lynn was just drafted by the Pittsburgh Steelers!" My dad, being a big USC fan, already knew about Lynn Swann and offered his congratulations. We actually came to know the Swann family pretty well, and of course followed his career. His mom was nice enough to give us tickets to his MVP celebration a couple years later. (You should have seen me, coolest 10 year old kid at the party, easily. Just ask me) Just a couple of my Forrest Gump moments that make life a little more interesting.
None of things swayed me off of my love of the Rams, though. We used to go to all the great Ram-Niner games every year through the 70's and 80's. I was as the NFC championship game in '89, donning my rams gear, we were winning 3-0, early second quarter when Jim Everett floated that ball to a wide open Flipper Anderson, after the Niner CB was juked. Ronnie Lott ran from South San Francisco to bat it down,
and nothing good happened the rest of the day. Frustrated, a young 24 year-old threw his Rams jacket into a Cheveron gas station dumpster, like a petulant child. But you can never stop being a fan, right? Better years were to come!My dad actually had season tickets in the Anaheim years, but I did get a chance to go to one game at the Coliseum. (A loss to Fouts' Chargers) I got to see Dickerson at the big A, then drove home 500 miles with my dad to make it for school the next day. I've been able to meet Henry Ellard, DeMarco Farr among others. Great guys.
My SB XXXIV experience was setting up to be great. Greatest Show On Turf. Dream year. I was going through a divorce, so it pretty much cancelled out, right? I was watching my brothers house at the time while he worked out of town, so I had his big screen, couple frosty ones on deck,:cheers: wings, etc.
opcorn: I set up the TV and somehow hit the SAP button (Spanish Language) and couldn't turn it off. :headexplosion: 20 minutes until kickoff! The only other tv in the house was an old school 15"- had to crank the volume on that TV and put the Spanish language on the big screen on mute! We do what we must do. Finally a Lombardi trophy, though! Sweet victory.Wish that era lasted longer...cheers gentlemen. John
