For years, I hated Kenny Stabler.
That’s OK—a lot of people did. It’s what happens when you grow up a passionate sports fan, and everything boils down to rooting for your guys and everyone else being the “bad guys.”
That was “The Snake,” the man who introduced the concept of sports heartache to me at a very young age.
I should explain. I grew up in Minnesota. I’ve always joked that when I was born, my father said, “It’s a Vikings fan,” before he said, “It’s a boy.” We had season tickets to old Met Stadium.