One of the happiest moments of my life was on January 15th, 1995. Although that day is no match for the births of either of my children, it definitely ranks in the top ten of any “happy moments” that I’ve ever experienced.
My family and I lived in Otsego, Michigan, at that time. We lived in a house on Farmer Street which was right down the road from Memorial Park where I had spent my younger years playing youth football.
That day was the Chargers’ AFC Championship playoff game versus the Pittsburgh Steelers. The Bolts came in as HUGE underdogs on the road. There wasn’t supposed to be anything that could happen in that game that would allow the Chargers to come out on top.
Well, we went into Pittsburgh and snatched the victory right out from underneath the Steelers’ feet on their home turf.
I’ll never, ever, forget that day. Without regurgitating all the details, when Dennis Gibson knocked down the pass intended for Barry Foster, my dad and I went absolutely berserk. Running all over the house while screaming and yelling. Giving each other multiple high-fives in the process. An immediate embrace at the games conclusion. My dad and I weren’t exactly “huggers,” at the time. But that day we were.
Neither myself, nor my father, will ever forget that day. Where were you on the day that sent the Chargers to their one and only Superbowl?
Please, leave your story at the bottom in the comment section. I want to see how many of the Bolt Family members remember exactly where they were on the historic day.