My Dad Hated His Job. He Sold

I Always Was Fascinated By Neat Nicknames.

I Blew The College Boards, And To Ease The Snub From Harvard Made A Tour Of Europe.

My Dad Hated His Job. He Sold Overcoats, But He Wanted To Make Movies. He Had A Failed Career Working With The Ritz Brothers - They Were Like The Marx Brothers, Only A Tier Below. I Always Had A Picture In My Mind Of Him In A Straw Hat.

When My Father Bid $5,000 For The 1962 Championship Game, That Was A Huge Amount. It Was Double The Bid The Year Before. Pete Rozelle Was Flabbergasted. Who Was This Guy Who Was Willing To Spend So Much Money On What Seemed Like Relatively Worthless Rights To The Nfl Championship Game?

I Don't Go To Games As Much As I Used To Because Of The Nfl's Sunday Ticket. So I'll Watch The Games, Take Notes.