Early to mid 1970s:
I am not a TV sports guy.
I see little point in watching football or baseball on TV.
The only such I do watch is the annual SuperBowl, and even then only for the new commercials that used to premier there.
Even now, they are shared online prior to the live game, so I can see them without bothering watching the game.
However, take me to a live game and I enjoy the heck out of it.
Friends took me to Dodger Stadium and the game was fantastic.
My friend literally bought for Peanuts, and Popcorn, and Cracker Jack.
That's just awesome.
Some time in my teens our family friends the Walshes and our family went to the West Point Army/Navy football game.
We/I had a blast.
At one point though, one of the Walshes saw something through their binoculars.
They couldn't beleve their eyes, nor could I or my folks when we saw what they saw.
At one of the two teams' benches walked a young man in his 20s.
We suspect he was the equivalent if not actually the team water-boy.
Except... he was me.
Me in a few years time, anyway.
He wore the same glasses, had my same face a couple of years older, and wore his hair how I would look if I didn't continually battle with my hair's natural curliness (I generally comb and brush it into submission, but as it gets longer, particularly at the sides, ny hair puffs into utter fluff and curls).
He even walked with my gait!
Still unsure why directly after the game we didn't go to that team and ask after him.