The Wichita Comet

I wasn’t alive in 1988 and I don’t really remember him playing, but the one memory I have is watching eleven of my Eagles chasing him down the Vet’s field on a bitterly cold November day in the mid-90s. I was very young when my father took me to watch the Eagles battle the Lions. I only remember two things, it was goddamn cold and Barry Sanders.

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