It was one of several defining moments that solidified my love for football.
It was a balmy night on Sept. 24, 1979, and getting my right Chuck Taylor Converse All-Star sneaker stuck in the ridges at the top of an escalator while running to catch an RTA Rapid Transit train at East Cleveland’s Windermere station, wouldn’t stop me and my mother from getting to Cleveland Municipal Stadium to watch the Browns take on the Dallas Cowboys on Monday Night Football.
All of 14 years old, I bragged to friends and anyone who would listen that I was going.