I can be 110 years old and decades into the depths of dementia and I'll still never forget that day! As that was the day I became friends with my father. He never took me fishing or hunting but he has taken me to a lot of football games including that day.

I was 23 and with a 3:00 pm kickoff decided to dump my canoe into the Samamish river at dawn to do a little paddling around the Big Lake. A couple of hours later I had a mixed limit of rainbows and sea-runs including the biggest sea-run I've ever seen at like 24-25"s. By about 10:00 am as was at my folks house barbecuing up a couple of the trout for an early lunch. And for the first time in my life my dad handed me a beer. With a buzz I talked him into buying a half rack of brown bottled beer on our way to the game. As we each walked thru the gate you could here the bottles clanging off of each other. Apparently the ticket taker approved. About 5 minutes into that game everyone in the stands was rifling thru the media guide trying to figure out just who in the hell this freshmen #90 from Cheney Wa was!! By then it was at least 100* in the North stands. By halftime we were out of beer and both belting out "Bow Down to Washington" at the top of our lungs. And the lasting image from that day that I'll never forget is my old man at halftime, foot pounding on the seat rest behind him and fists pumping yelling with all his worth, "BEST DAMN HALF OF FOOTBALL I'VE EVER SEEN! BEST DAMN HALF OF FOOTBALL I'VE EVER SEEN!!!"

So yea, 60 years from now if I'm still alive and in the depths of dementia and the hostel nurses are wondering why I'm convulsing in my bed and muttering incoherently let it be known I'm pounding my seat back, pumping my fists and yelling, "BEST DAMN HALF OF FOOTBALL I'VE EVER SEEN!"

Not sure that makes me feel about Friday's game but I certainly do feel better thinking about that day!