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!
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