This time of year, I get a lot of reminders of my father's passing a few years ago, and many of them are Bison Football related. Got another one today in the posting from BattleBorn (and I'm sorry for your loss.) That post reminded me that a lot of people seem to have stories about great times they had with their parents at Bison games. Here's mine. Let's hear yours!
Dad was a huge Bison fan. He took me to my first-ever Bison football game when I was about 5. When I saw the teams warming up, I was convinced we were watching the Green Bay Packers, given the Bison's green-on-yellow uniforms. I remember proudly telling my dad I was cheering for those guys in the white shirts (the Morningside Maroon Chiefs), because I knew no self-respecting Vikings fan would ever support the Packers. Dad got a big laugh, explained to me that the guys in green were the guys we cheered for on the radio, and got a new story to tell his friends about how he had to "convert" his son. I'll never forget freezing our butts in the north stands at Dacotah Field, with chilled "hot chocolate" and vendor-delivered hot dogs. Great times.