Great look back, I remember it like yesterday...I was a HS Senior. My Dad and I were hunting rabbits in Perry County. Stopped at 1st field and it was 7-zip Pitt. We kept tuning in to his am radio while kicking corn stalks and wild multifloral rose bushes on the edges. At 14-zip it looked bleak , and I had no faith,... but he did. A few more zigs and zags across the field... and it's 14-14...My Dad had recently suffered his 1st heart attack in Aug. that yr, '81, at age 51, and the cold air and angina pain was kicking in. His was hereditary, I guess, because he doesn't eat fast food, has never been overweight, hiked all the time, and could always leave me in the dust during hunting,... no matter what kind of shape our wrestling coach had us in. This was the only year growing up that I could keep up. But that day, he was done, and we drove back to his cabin. At 14-14, I still had little faith against the number 1 team in the country on like a 20-game win streak. I took off out of the cabin to hunt squirrels the rest of the day. When I returned, he told me I missed the best comeback ever...48-14. I didn't believe him, except that he was so excited. The next yr, I was a Freshman at Mont Alto, but home for Thanksgiving. We trecked up to Happy Valley together on that nasty day, and caught another W over Marino and Pitt, and again went rabbit hunting the next day prior to opening Mon for deer.... 36 yrs, 3 heart attacks, a defib install, and a quintuple bypass later, ... my Dad still climbed the Beaver stadium steps this yr to catch Irvin Charles' 80 yd TD live against MN, and flew my boy out 2000 mi for a weekend fishing at his cabin, at age 87. Thank goodness he works hard, exercises, eats right, and listens to his Dr's (for the most part), in spite of the hand he's been dealt on his ticker.