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This weekend I went to my first NFL game and I had the honor of watching the Rams beat the Niners. I must say it was awesome. I went with my son, mom, and dad. My son is 8 and this was also his first game. And for being my first game, I couldn't have had better seats. When McDonald made that TD grab, it was in front of us. We were actually 5 rows up from the corner of the end zone, but you won't hear me complain. Of course as good it was we did get to see some idiot Ram fans who totally embarrassed us. One in particular who started not one, but two fights before he got kicked out. All in all it was a great game for my first live NFL experience. But the best part, was sharing my first experience with my son's first experience. Anyways, since this was such a good experience; I just wanted to share it with my Clan.
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It's a lot different watching in person than on T.V. Glad your first game was a win.JUST WIN ONE FOR THE FANS:ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram::ram:
"HIT HARD, HIT FAST, AND HIT OFTEN"Adm. William "Bull" Halsey -
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Glad you had fun - there were a lot of the Rampagers at the game hanging out at an RV for a few hours before the game. SHALE, Dez and a few others were around (dammit - I have to upload some pics I took - although I forgot for most of the tailgate)Comment
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That is very cool, glad you had a great time and with your boy too, that's awesome!!! I wish I could have met up with some Clan members while at the game. I was amazed at how many RAM fans were there and we too encountered both jerky fans on both sides, but I suppose that's to be expected. But we too had a great time (guess winning kinda helps) hehehe!! I couldn't believe how many whiner fans were leaving the stadium during the 3rd qtr. I don't care what the score is, I watch my RAMS until the last second of the clock ticks off.
Also, I don't know about any of you that attended the game, but I froze my ever lovin fricken #**$()* off.........Sheesh, that swirling wind was a killer, but I'd do it again tonite if necessary to see the RAMS again!!! :redface:Comment
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LOL, I have to admit a terrible truth. I went to the game in only my Faulk Jersey and a pair of shorts. So instead of freezing my arse off I bought a 49er sweater, turned it inside out, and put my Rams Jersey back on over it.Also, I don't know about any of you that attended the game, but I froze my ever lovin fricken #**$()* off.........Sheesh, that swirling wind was a killer, but I'd do it again tonite if necessary to see the RAMS again!!!Comment
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ACK!!! Did you go home and bathe in battery acid? You at least burnt that "thing" afterwards.Originally posted by LaRamsFanLongTimeThis space for rent...
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Personally I came equipped with 2 Rams jersey's (old school Faulk and new Holt), my Rams undershirt and my Rams Pullover - NICE and toasty
And for those that weren't there, here is a pic from the bird's nest SHALE, Dez and I were sitting at - see those empty seats? midway through the 4th lolAttached FilesComment
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I have been to the Stick before for a baseball game so I knew how cold it could be. But I still got a chill when the doors opened at half time to let the band in and that breeze off the bay came in. I found it amazing how many niner fans got up and left after the niners scored. It was like..."ok we scored, we're not going to get shut out; no lets go and beat the traffic." I could never do that. For me it was a great game and I hope to go again next year.Comment
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Halftime show - hehe - I felt bad for that kid that tripped up the other band members....Comment
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It was kind of funny though ;)
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It was funny, but I still felt bad for that kid. However, it was nice to see the crowd give a nice applause to the band afterwards.Comment
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Isn't there some unwritten protocol somewhere that at this point one tries to improve their seats?Originally posted by MykelComment
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lol good point adarian - and yes Dez, it was definately funny, but I felt bad for them. After all, they are just bandgeeks and they don't need ANOTHER reason for us to tease them ;)
BTW Dez - did you look for that phone? Hows the pup?Comment
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Pup is still not well.
I will email you on the phone
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Take care of the pup
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Just me rambling....
As I leave Saturday morning from Raleigh NC, with my Rams car flags, car magnet, Will jersey for me, Jackson for wife and son, and Holt for Daughter, Ill reminisce of past Rams game experienes. Ill think about the earlier Rams years of the late 80's early 90's. Can you say FLipper Anderson?? That game in the meadowlands, while I was not there, it was a joy to watch on TV. Then ill think about the 90's and think to myself, man we are really fortunate to be where we are today. We were the laughingstock of the league before that magical season of 1999. My most memorable Ram game in person was the 2001 NFC Championship game against the Eagles (I was EXTREMELY lucky to get TWO FREE tickets from a co-worker whose parents live in St.Louis). That 2nd half made me really appreciate what Marshall Faulk did for the Rams. But I digress...
So what will I be thinking on that ride down. Well my family of course, but as for football and this game...
Ive posted before that this game very well could turn around our season and thats what Im focused on. I dont think it will be easy, but no game in the NFL is. At least our backfield wont consist of Chris Chandler and Arlen Harris. Im going to enjoy this game, becuase not only will it be a good game, but I get to take my son and daughter to their first Rams game. So win or lose (Man I hope its a win), I know we'll have a great time!
I know this post didnt serve much of a purpose, but just wanted to get some thoughts out there.-11-16-2006, 04:50 AM -
Isn't it great that when you haven't thought of something you cherish in awhile and something is said that like a time warp, takes you to your moment. Here's mine,I was back to the New Years eve 1979 to 1980 day when the Rams played the Cowboys in the playoffs. My Father, my stepmom, my brother and his wife, my best friend and his wife, and my wife (then girl friend) were at my condo watching the game.
CBS wanted a Dallas-Steeler rematch, the experts gave us no chance. Dallas beat us in a regular season game 30-6. And for the first time we were a nine point underdog (largest ever). But our Rams had a 14-5 halftime lead, we were going nuts. Then late in the fourth quarter dallas tooka 19-14 lead and it looked like another snakebitten playoff loss by our Rams. Then when Vinnie hit Waddy for that 50 yard TD, this is exactly what happened in my living room.
I slide on my knees like I am on ice to one inch from the TV screen my ears and eyes are focused on one thing A FLAG. I see none our Ram players dont act like their is one and they say their isn't one.
I turn around and this is what I see. The 7 of hem our hugging each other and our jumping up and down like it is one person with 14 legs. I run to join them, but my momentum as I hug knocks us off balance and all 8 of us hugging as one crash into my coffee table breaking it in pieces with crap going everywhere, but, we don't even give it a thought. ALL 8 keep hugging each other and screaming with joy. What is etched forever in my mind is the faces of my Father and Brother virtually and inch from my face with yelling and smiling. Since they are no longer with us, that moment is my moment. And I need it. what's yours?-02-28-2002, 08:22 PM -
I will never forget this game, November 1987. We were playing Carthage NY. Game time weather was nice clear day37 degrees. I was a safty. First quarter they tried to pass the defense tightened up, they scored no problem. Second quarter hmmm weather is moving in, temp dropped like a rock 20 degrees now rain. Hmmm not to bad stop them from passing, they went to a balanced attack, Bill Barlow Carthage running back, 6'3" 245lbs, me 5'7" 145, not scared of him just getting tired of him hitting me. Sleet began great no more passing, all day long Barlow, all damn day long, game tied at half time. We live up in the mountain in NY snow is our freind.
Come out of locker room 2" of snow on the ground, we turn around and put longer cleets on our feet, now we are ready. Game was tied at 7 a peice and the snow became a BLIZZARD, we had our twelth player, no more passing it's all running myself and Jim Strack out other safty were blitzing ever play we were unstoppable. I had sacked the QB and knocked the ball out of his hands, our Defenseive end Eric Westerfeild 6'3" 260 lbs oh ya he was our running back (coaches in Albany U) picked up the ball for a TD. I ended the game with 12 tackles and 2 sacks. One of the only games I really remember quarter by quarter, hit by hit.
What a great game :ramlogo:-02-09-2005, 11:30 AM -
This is from therams1 AKA Jerry. Known to us here at ClanRam as Bloodnhall. I found it on his site and thought I would share it with you. If you have never been to his web site then you have to do so. Trust me its a gem full of unprecedented work.
A TRIBUTE TO THE GREATEST RAMFAN OF ALL-TIME....
MY FIRST MEETING WITH WALT
It was in September of 1966.
My Father bought season tickets to the Rams. I was six years old and couldn't wait to sit in My seat.
The LA Coliseum looked so big. I knew we had 4 seats and one was on the aisle. As I raced down those steep concrete stairs looking for number 22 because if I sit in that aisle seat it's mine.
I found our row sat in that aisle seat that would be mine for the next 13 years.
Looking at that football field and the Rams warming up was awesome. As I look to my right, this black man who has the aisle seat right across from me is smiling at me.
I get embarrassed and look away. He says to me "You know that seat right there is the best one out of them all, you sure are a lucky guy".
As my Father gets up and they shake hands introducing themselves. He says "my name is Walt Jackson".
I shake his hands and this is the beginning of 13 great years with Walt.
WALT WILL ALWAYS BE THE GREATEST RAMFAN
Walt will always be the greatest Ramfan of all-time.
I thought it was my Father who was the greatest Ramfan.
Dan of Ramsworld thought it was his Dad, along with every Dad.
You see, they all came in first place, it was a dead heat with all our Fathers.
So did Walt and he paid more so Walt wins.
IT WAS WALT'S RAMS
Walt had his seat since 1962.
Alway's sharp dressed and with that am radio in his shirt pocket with that white wire going to his ear listening to Dick Enberg.
In big games if the Rams turned the ball over I would automatically look to my right at Walt.
He would know I was looking at him but his eyes would never leave the field. But he would give me this head nod that said "don't worry about, our defense will hold them".
But what I loved was in big games when it was certain our Rams were going to win.
Walt would cross his legs, light up his chesterfield cigarette, lean back in his seat and look at HIS Rams with this proud smile on his face.
MAN I MISS THAT.
Walt's favorite player was Mr. Jones (as Walt would say)
HIS RAM KNOWLEDGE NEVER WILL BE EQUALLED
There are alot of Ramfans I know that are top gun when it comes to Ram football.
But, you can put them all together with the internet-08-25-2004, 11:23 PM -
MY LIFE: CHALLENGES, CHOICES AND INCREDIBLE LOVE
by ISAIAHKACYVENSKI
My story begins in the small, blue-collar town of Endicott, New York, nestled between the Susquehanna River and the Adirondack mountains near the Pennsylvania border. I was born in Syracuse and was the youngest of five children. My parents both experienced broken childhood lives in and out of orphanages, neither really having a positive figure in their life to emulate. For my entire adolescence my family lived well below the poverty line. With my mother staying at home with us kids and my father armed with just a high school education to support us, money was never around. Regardless of this lack of money, my mother created an environment for us kids that oozed with love. She protected us from the ugliness in life as much as she could, including the volatile mix of anger, abuse and alcoholism that had seized my father during me and my siblings formative years. It was my mother whose character, gentleness and love prepared me not only to reach for my dreams, but how to be me.
I remember fighting through winter nights with no heat, teeth chattering and blankets bundled. I knew I wasn’t alone though. I had my brothers and sisters. My mother would rock me to sleep and sing into my ear to comfort me. I remember times with no electricity and no television and huddling up to the battery-powered radio to listen to the Super Bowl. I remember my friends calling me on a pay phone because our telephone line was shut off for failure to pay the bills. I remember being forced to move for failing to pay rent. I remember living in a cramped tent for a whole summer. I remember living in that same tent for a frigid month in the fall. Sometimes I would wake up--cold and afraid--but all I had to do was to look over and see how strong my family was being and it comforted me. Food stamps couldn’t come fast enough as the cupboards were emptied by the end of each month. I remember the feeling of extreme embarrassment as the clerks at the store seemed to giggle as we flashed our food stamps as payment. I remember the points when food stamps weren’t enough, when we relied on church baskets. When we relied on the "defects" from grocery stores - food that they would throw into the dumpster in the back that was slightly defective.
By the time my parents divorced I was nine years old. It never really bothered me. I think even at that young age I realized that the weight of my father’s abusive alcoholic behavior towards my mother and us kids was too much to bear any longer. My mother took us to live with her in a cramped apartment that was suited for three people instead of six. We struggled, but we were loved. I remember walking three miles to school and back every day in second grade because I was afraid to change schools. I remember assisted lunches in schools and the funny looks my schoolmates would give me because my clothes remained grass-stained...-03-01-2007, 04:20 AM
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