So here is mine. I was vaguely aware of the Bombers as we entered the 1980's (in fact, Ray Jauch once came to my house for some unknown reason and I only sort of who him as the Bomber head coach but knew enough to be in awe of a big time sports figure as a young impressionable lad of 9, even if I had no clue about the team). My school was even asked to participate in the team's 50th anniversary celebration by running out on the field to make a giant number "50" in formation. I declined to join in, possibly the first, last and only time I would snub the Big Blue. I did later make up for it, as I will relay in this memory.
So on to 1981, where the memories take shape. First, I remember being at my cottage with no electricity, no TV, propane heating, and only a battery powered AM/.FM radio. We were at a friend's cabion and all the younger kids were playing a game of charades, while my dad was glued to the radio listening to Bob Irving, Ken Ploen and Cactus Jack Wells call the Bomber game. I was curious about what the supposed big deal was and he said the Bombers were beating the Alouettes, who had just stocked up on a bunch of big time NFL talent and were looking to take over the league. The biggest name of all was Vince Farragamo, fresh off his Super Bowl appearance. As the night wore on, I saw my dad getting more and more excited and pleased, and kept getting score updates (32-2 at the half, over 40 now, over 50 now). I could tell this was something monumental, so he explained what it meant to take down the big dog and for this community owned team to rout the "let's buy a championship" Nelson Skalbania run Als. The next day, the Free Press ran a picture of Vince on the turf after another sack looking up at the refs, and his face was the epitome of "the agony of defeat" in a way that the ski jumper wipeout will never quite capture,. I have looked high and low to find that pic and cannot find it on the internet, but it is burned in my brain. I also remember my dad seeing that photo and saying "Boy, if that picture doesn't say it all. THAT is what a beaten man looks like. You can literally see him wondering what he got himself into coming up here".
So that radio memory is my first inkling, and was followed by my first TV memory of Dieter Brock completing 41 of 47 passes in Ottawa, and then listening to the season finale against Calgary where Eugene Goodlow caught a then-record 15 passes to become the first receiver ever to hit 100 receptions in a year. My school then decided to participate once again in the pre-game ceremony for the West semi-final, this time singing the anthem. Knowing now a good thing when I saw it, I happily jumped on board. (Side note, I got a second anthem singing gig a few years later, but in much warmer weather). And my dad thought it would be fun to not just go to sing, but watch the game, so my first Bomber live attended game ever was the 1981 West Semi-Final vs. BC. Bombers heavily favoured.
These were the days before wind chill was invented, and my recall may be skewed, but in my school uniform with dress shoes and not wearing the proper snowsuit/snow boots combo the rest of the game, I am forever convinced that it was minus 18 without wind chill and probably minus 30 or worse with. And the Bombers just sucked that day. Brock could not finish a drive, Trevor Kennard missed 3 of 4 field goals or something like that, including a couple of chip shots from inside 25 yards, and they lost 15-11. I was cold, I was miserable, I was frustrated...….I was hooked.
And next year my dad bought us season tickets, and we had them every year until he died in 2017, and I took them over and have them to this day, where I now take my family every chance I get. And lots of joy, heartache, but zero regret and a lifetime of great memories since then.