My first game when I was eight which happened to be Mike Singletary‘s last game with the team. They trounced the Pittsburgh Steelers and my dad knew of a place where you could go after the game and wait at the end of a tunnel where all the players would run through to get to the locker room. Dad stood there, pretending to blow his nose next to the garbage can until the team came running through. Singletary was last with a bunch of press around him, and Dad told me “Reach out and touch him!” and I accidentally slapped his ass.