The first NFL game I attended was his last game. It was the final game of the season in the old Foxboro Stadium. Neither the Patriots nor the Vikings were going into the playoffs. The weather was miserable, cold and rainy. My father, my two brothers and I may have been the only sober people in the place. When the rain got too heavy, we went under the stands. A fight broke out right in front of my youngest brother, who was 8 and very small for his age. A woman running a souvenir stand pulled him under her stand, keeping him from being trampled to death.
