When I got out of college in Philadelphia in 1983, I had a vague yearning to “do something with sports,” as the aimless George Costanza once put it.
That led to a job with Pop Warner Youth Football that sounded fantastic but wasn’t, and I left about a year later without another job, or prospects.
A day or so later, one of my roommates was laid off and times were lean.
That’s how I ended up taking a date out for ice cream with rolls of pennies — and how I came to “work for” the Philadelphia Eagles.