PassRush
Drunken Sailor
The Fins finally made their triumphant return to the top of the AFC East.
I was at work, sitting in a small guard shack at the end of pier 14 at Naval Station Norfolk, guarding the Aircraft Carrier pier. I sat there, huddled around a space heater with a small, battery powered radio(authoroized by my chain of command, due to special cercumstances, of coarse). I could only get the Jets comentators on a staticy AM station. I listened to almost every play, spare a couple of times when I had to step outside or adjust the radio. I can only imagine the sentrys up on the flight deck, watching me, yelling and screaming, doing rediculous Michale Jordan-esq jump kicks with every big play. The game ended, and I turned off the radio. I sat there until 5AM in total scilence, with a huge smile on my face. It really was a day that I will never forget.
I was at work, sitting in a small guard shack at the end of pier 14 at Naval Station Norfolk, guarding the Aircraft Carrier pier. I sat there, huddled around a space heater with a small, battery powered radio(authoroized by my chain of command, due to special cercumstances, of coarse). I could only get the Jets comentators on a staticy AM station. I listened to almost every play, spare a couple of times when I had to step outside or adjust the radio. I can only imagine the sentrys up on the flight deck, watching me, yelling and screaming, doing rediculous Michale Jordan-esq jump kicks with every big play. The game ended, and I turned off the radio. I sat there until 5AM in total scilence, with a huge smile on my face. It really was a day that I will never forget.