My first lucid memory of life involves a football game.
It was January 11, 1981 and I was seven. Every memory from prior to that afternoon is in foggy bits and pieces. Jumbled like the plot of a movie on TV while you're napping on the couch.
Life before that day is in photo albums, or stories older people tell me about me. My brain connects their dots and fills in the blanks. But that day is stored in pristine high definition inside my memory bank. I remember all of it.
We were staying with my grandmother in San Diego while the Chargers - back then, the local team - were hosting the AFC championship game against the Raiders - back then, from Oakland.