Makes me cry and proud to be a UNLV/Eagles fan. Legend.
In 2018, I went SOLO to the Philadelphia Super Bowl parade. Stood in the freezing cold in front of the art Museum from 5:00 am until the parade finally arrived around 3:45 pm. Philadelpha had freezing rain the day before. The park ground was rock solid when I got there and was a muddy wet slop by the time I left. Talking to people around me they were amazed I had travelled from Las Vegas to be at the parade. Told them I wouldn't miss it for the world. They asked why I'd move to Las Vegas. They were confused when I told them I was a native of Las Vegas, a son of a Giants fan father and Cowboys fan mother, but a die hard Birds fan. When I told them I watched Randall as a small kid at UNLV I became a celebrity in our little "community" waiting for the parade. At 6:30 am people were trying to give me beer, vodka shots, puff-puff-give. The older Birds fans and I had a good time talking about those 86-92 teams and plays Randall made.
It was nice to see because I know the city had turned on Randall. He was sold by the media as a primmadona (which he "probably" was), but he was not at fault for the their playoff woes. Buddy Ryan felt he could just focus on the defense and the offense would just figure it out. He had very little weapons, and when they finally got him an all-pro HOF WR he couldn't stay off the cocaine. Cowboys were stacked and ultimately the turf in the Vet derailed his career for a while.
That city now adores Randall and he still bleeds the kelly green, scarlet and gray.
