MRS. JOE NAMATH
So- if someone had told me 40 years ago that I would be friends with Joe Namath I would have told them to go jump in the lake! (I would say something different now but I was not a potty mouth yet). Yes indeed, somehow I found Joe Namath’s Facebook page and I am now his friend! Broadway Joe and I go back a long, long way. Settle in kids- it is a long story.
Back in the day there was not much on tv, so football was on every Sunday- all day long. There was something about that tall, confident quarterback walking up and down the sidelines in a full length fur coat! Oh my- and he was handsome to boot! Big dimples, long hair, etc. I was only in third grade-I must have been born a boy crazy fool! The episode in which he appears on the Brady Bunch I must have watched 8,000 times. My brother made total fun of me because Joe wore pantyhose in that infamous commercial- who cares??? He could wear my pantyhose all day long! I was obsessed!
I started to sign all of my school papers that I handed in “Joe Namath”. Finally my teacher had to send a note home to my parents stating that there was no Joe Namath in her class and I had to stop signing all of my papers Joe Namath. She probably thought I needed mental assistance at that point. However, several months later, this same teacher brought her brand new Joe Namath popcorn popper in and let me be the first one to use it! I will never forget that!
I was so sad when he retired- but I moved on. Next in the queue were baseball guys-Bucky Dent of the Yankees, Lee Mazilli of the Mets, and let’s not forget Jim Palmer of the Orioles in all of his fineness in his Jockey underwear ads!
God love my mother- she even ordered me the full size poster of him in his undies- they were yellow I believe. These days she would be arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor! Then, back to football boys I went- Vince Ferragamo of the Rams, Richard Todd of the Jets and most recently Brett Favre. Seems like I go for the quarterbacks- must be the in charge thing I guess LOL. And honey- don’t even try to yell out calls to me at home and expect me to follow orders - haha.
Oh- and let’s not forget the cuties on the USA Hockey team that won the Olympics! Ooh la la! Oh look a squirrel----
The next important part of this story is about a wonderful post man named Louie. We got a brand new post office in town- a brand new trailer! Single wide, no less. And it landed almost in our back yard. It was very convenient for the one who had to get the mail every day after school a/k/a me. So- Louie (who I swear was Avery Schreiber’s twin) somehow found out about my athlete obsession. He told me to get him names of the guys I wanted pictures of and he would take care of the rest. And God love him- within the next few months I had great stuff coming to me- a big packet of loot from the Jets, a signed picture of Lee Mazilli and an autographed picture of Vince Ferragamo (which I still have). I never heard from the Yankees- have not been a fan since. Bastards. I have no idea how he got this stuff- and how he got addresses for the teams. Of course this was way before the internet. He had no idea how happy that stuff made me- or maybe he did when he got to see my face when I opened the box and saw I had mail! And mail from hottie men, no less. I wonder what that poor man thought about me. Oh well. Once a perv, always a perv.
Well, my dreams of marrying Joe eventually went down the tubes. In addition to never meeting him and being able to dazzle him with my wit, I am happily married to a most wonderful guy- a tad shorter than Joe but much more handsome and he spoils me rotten. Can’t beat that!
So that is my Joe Namath story-we have a lot of history-even though he doesn’t know it!
Enjoy your day my friends!