re: 1987 New Orleans Saints

Some of my first football memories were of that team. I remember having a “I’m a Saints fan and a Bud man.” poster with the Saints schedule hanging in my room.

I remember attending the loss in the dome to the 49ers. It was probably the first football game I ever attended. I remember Joe Montana and Jerry Rice. I wasn’t old enough to understand football, but I remember how bitter that loss was.

My parents went to the Vikings playoff game, and my grandma was watching us, and I remember waiting for them to come home to find out if the Saints won. I was so young, but somehow I understood the gravity of the playoffs, and I fully expected them to win. I was a little disappointed when my parents came home to deliver the news of the playoff loss.