The only memory I have of the Houston Oilers is attending a training camp practice with my Dad at Trinity University in like 1994. Mickey Mouse shirt. Velcro shoes. Right off 281 heading south. The practice field sat in the center arrangement of an assortment of buildings that are pinkish orange, or orangish pink, it depends on how you see the world. We sat at the top of metal bleachers watching special teams drills even though no one was there. I don’t know why, maybe he just loved special teams, and you can only really see kickoff formations from the crow’s nest.
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