About 5 hours for me...
About 5 hours for me...
My brother and I went with our parents in 1967. Bro and I had seats on the back row of the end zone, a comfortable place from the standpoint of no knees to or backs. We looked over the back, onto the midway, saw one our parents friends walking toward the gate. Neat. Our team won. We joined in the chorus leaving the stadium: Poor Okies >>>
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