After years of my Dad scraping together the resources to buy season tickets at the Rockpile and then Rich Stadium, I was able to return the favor by flying him out to Southern California and taking him to the Super Bowl at the Rose Bowl in 1992. We had a blast! Now, he’s 91 and was just diagnosed with advanced prostrate cancer. So…. I’m praying 2024 is finally our year. It has to be, right?