Yes, that's right Randal, Marv Fleming. Five Superbowl wins! Greenbay Packers and the Miami Dolphins. I've linked the wiki site in the title of this post for those of you who are new to the geekatude of FOOTBALL as we so quaintly call the game of gladiators we know of as tackles, point guards, line backers and tight ends. Oh how I loved those tight ends. There was a Washington boy who grew up in the neighborhood who dated the little sister of another friend of mine when I was first at college who was also a Superbowl winner. Marv Fleming dated a dorm friend of mine, Mary... I'm sorry Mary, I just had a bowl and my short term memory is shot for the moment, but it will come back to me. Mary and I used to drive the little sissy girls in our dorm crazy by pretending we were lesbian lovers. She and Marv, who was going to school at the University of Utah on a football scholarship, were great dancers. They entered dance competitions and won prizes. He was a great guy and when I last saw him, about ten years ago in a bar in Salt Lake, he was charming as ever.
The Washington kid's first name escapes me now too, but he played for the Redskins and the Dolphins and had two Superbowl rings. He was, I believe, a wide receiver. One of those flashy players. The kind who cross that line and score. My third husband and I had two things in common--a love of football and great writing. We mainly watched football and then retreated to our corners for the serious reading. It was a strange marriage. But I won millions in monopoly money bets.
I did have the dream about the NFL Baby Farm. I was driving alone along one of those winding forest roads in the Willamette Valley of Oregon on my way home. And as I am a driver who speeds I came upon the taillights of a white van. It's back doors were not properly closed and as it went around a curve one door flew open and out rolled a bundle. I slammed on my breaks and managed to miss the bundle. I got out and discovered that the bundle was a baby a few months old. It was not crying and didn't seem hurt. I took it home with me and decided it was a fine baby and I would keep it. As I was unwrapping it I noticed, stitches here and there and healed scars. This was without a doubt the beefiest baby I had ever seen. And then the doorbell rang. When I opened the door with the baby in my arms, Rosie Greer said, "You have one of our babies. That baby belongs to the NFL Baby Farm."
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I think this is where I'm supposed to beat my chest or something.
Very cool that you knew Marv Fleming. There was a Mark Washington who played DB for the Cowboys in the 70s, titles in 71 and 77, but I can't think of a Washington/Miami dude. The internets can tell me.
I'd imagine most NFL kickers are larger than I am, thus I don't think I was born on the NFL Baby Farm.
The Washington guy was younger than Marv. Probably played for the Redskins in the mid 70's and then Miami mid to late 70's. I mainly wrote this to let you know that I once was a football fan. Once my friends retired, so did my interest.
Are there players like Marv today. Is there a tight end with three or four Superbowl rings and still playing at peak performance. And remember these guys were playing in the days before steroids. So their bodies were natural wonders.
I love watching tight ends too.
Did you know that Rosie Grier did needlepoint to relax?
Yes, after Rosie stole my baby I learned as much as possible about him. I bet he made booties for the babies in the NFL Baby Farm
I don't do football either, just in case you want to know that, BUT your story of catching the baby and Rosie coming to your door is hilarious.....are you taking your meds??? :P
I had that dream about forty years ago.
This is cool. I grew up in Wisconsin, and Marv was one of my favorite players. For some reason, I just googled his name and found this. I enjoyed reading it.
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