Well geez, you oughta start! Anyways, I think I've told this story here before while reminiscing about the beast that is Chris Floyd but I'll give it an abbreviated go. Like I said, Tommy's first game back in the D as a rookie. Preseason, so we know he'll play. I had already planned on going, but when Tommy was drafted it was a no-brainer and we rolled with a decent crew. Dave Terrell, James Whitley (both UM players at the time) my buddy Josh and I. We sit in the first row of the end zone in the Silverdome, and Tommy was going to come get us after the game and take us up to the Pats room. Well, Pats win, he runs off the field toward us and the power-tripping security guard wouldn't let us down. So we go to the tunnel outside. Problem: Tommy led the last minute drive, the local UM media are interviewing him. To get up the tunnel, a player has to come down and get you. Looks futile. Well, Whitley sees Chris Floyd's mom and family and starts talking them up. I had met Floyd maybe once. Anyways, Floyd comes down to get his family (Josh and I are the only white guys) and sees us. He asks whats up and we let him know we're there to see Brady. He says to come up with him. We get back to the gate and the security guard stops him, he says "this is my family." We start walking and the guard stops Josh and I. He gives Floyd a look and says something, and Floyd responds "they're ALL my family." Look on dude's face was priceless.
Anyways, that's the Floyd game.