It was the weekend of the 49ers game. I had my Washington Redskins and Vikings full team scouting reports packed and ready to go. We had the reports professionally printed and bound, each personalized and prepared for Bruce Allen on the front covers. I was wearing my new Redskins hat, sweatshirt, new Rock Revival jeans and a new pair of Jordan’s. I was ready to take this one to the proverbial hoop. Samantha pulled up to the curb by the airlines. I got out, got my suitcase out of the trunk, we embraced, shed some tears, said a prayer together, kissed and hugged again, and I walked into the airport with my feet carrying me toward a date with destiny.
Dreams Do Come True, Part II: Going out to Washington
