I was looking forward to buying my first pair of Chiefs season tickets for the 1982 season. I spoke with a girl on the phone about my purchase when she asked where I wanted to sit.....being a smart aleck I said the front row, much to my surprise they were available. I was in the corner of the end zone but it was front row. I went with my best friend Ronnie for the first 3 games and it was great. We also made friends with some of the cheerleaders and would get them sodas and such. Then I took my wife.....mistake.
At first she loved the seats and remarked how the players were so close you could almost touch them. Deep down I knew she also liked their tight uniforms and muscular bodies. She told me the tickets were a great idea and she now liked football and wanted to go to more games. It was all good until the game started and out came the cheerleaders. Scantily clad gorgeous women just a few feet away prancing around was bad enough.....but when one took the time to say hello to me and knew my name I was in trouble. Now she wanted to sell the tickets she so dearly loved just moments earlier. Well the Chiefs went on strike right after that and the problem became moot. After that season I moved to Florida and let the tickets go. Since that time I am no longer married to that woman yet I am still with the Chiefs. Both had given me much pleasure and pain...but you can divorce your wife easier than you can your team.