As the 20th anniversary of the Redskins’ last Super Bowl triumph approached, we asked Redskins fans to share some of their favorite memories from that season.
We received many great replies — and we’d love to get more, so if you want to tell your tale, fill out the form at the bottom of the post. In the meantime, here are some of the better responses we have received so far:
My favorite memory was at the Super Bowl. We were located next to the Bills’ fan section. After each Redskin touchdown the Metrodome played Hail to the Redskins over the intercom. When the Redskins went up 37-10 my dad turned to the Bills’ fans and said “come on Bills fans, you have to know the words by now.”
- Adrian Moore
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It was my freshman year at college and, for the first time in years, I could not watch every Redskin game. My Dad would call me up during games I could not watch to give me updates.
On this day [Nov. 3, 1991], the Skins were 9-0, playing the Oilers and it looked like they would lose on a last-second FG. My Dad was on the phone telling me that no one goes undefeated, 9-1 was still great and not too be too depressed.
All of a sudden, there was shouting on the line and lots of noise and I kept asking “What happened? What happened?” Finally, my Dad caught his breath and said the Oilers missed the chip-shot FG and the game was going to OT.
I stayed on the line and he gave play-by-play the rest of the way ... Darrell Green’s interception and Chip Lohmiller’s game-winner. There were better games that season (and I went to the two playoff games at RFK) but that stands out for hearing how excited my Dad was over the phone and his thoughtfulness at keeping me informed when I was far away.
- Grant Heston
If I could travel back in time I would punch 8 year old me squarely in the face. Yeah, I remember the ridiculous numbers put up and the excitement involved with the run and the win, but I did not cherish it like I should have. If eight year old me knew the pain I suffered each season (more than the equivalent of an eight old year receiving a punch to the face), I surely would have basked in the moment a bit longer and made it more memorable.
- Sean Kelly
At age 12, I went to every home game that season with my father and sat in our seats 5 rows from the top of the stadium. My lasting memory was from the Divisional Playoff game vs. the Falcons. Everyone hated the Falcons, with Jerry Glanville, Deion Sanders, and bandwagon fan MC Hammer (the team adopted “2 Legit 2 Quit” as its unofficial team song late that season) as the most visible villains.
In the fourth quarter [of the NFC semifinal vs. the Falcons], in the rain, when a Gerald Riggs touchdown put the game away, fans started throwing the giveaway yellow seat cushions. I will never forget throwing my seat cushion, it traveling about 10 rows down before hitting a delighted fan, excited that he now had another cushion to hurl towards the field. Sensing my excitement, my father handed me his cushion, which I immediately launched, albeit without much greater success. I like to think that, eventually, our two cushions made it onto the field that day to rest along with thousands of their friends. Even better, that one (or both) hit MC Hammer on its flight path.
- Mike Kearns
(Note: Kearns was one of many respondents who fondly recalled the “Seat Cushion Game” vs. the Falcons.
I was working in my DC office early that Super Bowl week and listening to the Don & Mike radio show. They were conducting a contest to award tickets to the game in Minneapolis. I was one of the contestants; but then so were a few thousand other fans.
They selected the winner and made a phone call to inform her that she’d won. When they had the winner on the air, she indicated that she and her boyfriend were Dallas Cowboys fans and not really into the Skins. Loathe to award the tickets to a Cowboys’ fan, the hosts conducted an on-air consultation and realized that couldn’t renege on the offer. The tickets were reluctantly awarded.
Later, they decided that they really wanted a Skins fan to have the opportunity, and re-opened the drawing. The way the tickets would be selected was by putting all the contestant names on slips of paper, tacking them to a wall in the studio and throwing a knife at them. Wherever the knife stuck, that was the winner.
I’m listening to what was a pretty funny bit and one throws the knife...it sticks and then falls down. This lead to a debate about whether the knife had stuck long enough. Finally, they determined it had; and proceeded to contact the winner. As they’re making the call, my office phone rings. I’m thinking, “]Expletive], I want to hear who won.” I answer the phone using my first name, and the caller says, “Hi, could you do me a favor and turn your radio down.” At first, I thought it was a colleague complaining about the radio being too loud. Then, from the radio I hear myself answering the phone and that same voice asking me to turn down my radio. My initial reaction was to say, “You need to give me a second to close my door, because I’m going to freak out.” After which...I freaked out.
I arrived in Minneapolis on Friday before the game, finding the city awash with burgundy and gold, and red and blue. At a suburban Minneapolis sports bar the night before the game, packed with fans of both teams, I spot a few guys wearing Redskins colors. I went up to one guy who looked remarkably like Jeff Bostic and asked if he shouldn’t be at his hotel getting ready for the game. He laughed and introduced himself as Jeff’s cousin and then introduced me to his father, Jeff’s uncle. As we’re discussing prospects for the game, I offered the opinion that if the defense got to Bills starter Jim Kelly, he would fold and I was more concerned about Frank Reich (the Bills backup quarterback) getting into the game. At that point, a man who was standing on the other side of me at the bar leaned over and said, “It’s nice of you to say that; I’m Frank’s dad.”
While I certainly wish the Skins had better fortune over the years since, they provided me with an incredible and indelible memory that week.
- Mark Burneko