The Saskatchewan Roughriders have developed a strong sense of community as the Farewell Season of Mosaic Stadium unfolds.
If you go to the games; use the facility also known as Taylor Field, there’s a story.
Whether you got into your first game under the gate; sat on “Hemorrhoid Hill” during the building of the Labour Day Classic tradition; sold popcorn and drinks in the stands for Spud Leggat OR you and your buds smuggled booze in to the games in your cowboy boot, we all have them.
Sometimes the small things are randomly pressed to the back of our memory bank as something rather trivial. Bring those memories to the forefront and embrace the good times.
As a kid, I can remember the trips into Regina for football. I may not have come to the game with my dad, (I think I went to my Aunt’s) but I do remember the occasional trip home afterward.
A stop at Burger Baron on Albert Street was a highlite.
It was a time when their special sauce was very sloppy and the burgers were much better than the slip of shoe-leather they are now. (That’s my opinion!)
My dad was game to stop, but you never went inside – drive – thru only! You wished he’d have stopped when the combination of ketchup, mustard and onions would slide of off the Baron Burger and onto his pants.
At the games, Pryse held down the end of the row. Section 26, Row 4, Seat 1!
In those days we had about 6 tickets. Our friend from Findlater, Gloria Mikkelson was apart of the group. The majority of seats were ours. At the time, cheering was on the polite side (or was it!), there wasn’t the crazy costuming and there was no legal drinking in the stands.
Now, having said that, there was a woman behind us we called “screecher” and she would on occasion, make costumes. She loved Ron Lancaster and would yell at him on a regular basis her costume was football shoulder pads (she made them!). Then there were the boys from Wolsley. Nothing like that bottle of whisky they smuggled in! They kept the Coke boy busy!!
Our trips to the games were a family affair. Whether they were winning or not.
May of this year we silently marked the twenty years since E.P Evans passed. Two months down the road and here we are all together. My sister, Lynette and I will be in our regular seats just up from Row 4, but still in OUR SECTION – Section 26.
My older sister and her husband will be across the field.
It won’t matter who the opposition is, there will be a presence of all those great fans and fore-fathers that have sat in Taylor Field to cheer the Green and White on.
Just like last weekend’s 1966 Grey Cup team, there are the ghosts that come out on game day. Maybe this Friday those ghosts will help grace us with a victory.