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A true story for all football fans...enjoy
My Dad ... The Ice Bowl Chicken
By Jason Warner
1-20-2011
There’s no place else in the world that my Dad would like to have his unused Ice Bowl tickets on display than at the Pro Football Hall of Fame. Yes, I said unused. According to my research Lambeau Field was sold out on December 31st, 1967 with minus 40 degree wind-chill temperatures as the Green Bay Packers defeated the Dallas Cowboys in the NFL Championship Game. Reports claim that a crowd of 50,861 gathered at Lambeau field that day.
Well, let history note that a crowd of 50,861 minus 2 gathered on the frozen tundra that day. Minus 2 of this guy’s parents, that is. Ever since I can remember, I would hear the stories about why my parents didn’t make the 3 hour trek to watch the most famous football game in American History. Oh, and how the story changed. For roughly two decades I was convinced that my mother was pregnant with my oldest sister and my father chose not to go because he was looking out for his unborn child and his wife. As his eldest son, I thought the world of my father and hoped someday I would do something as caring and special for my own wife.
That was until I found out that the gestation period for women was 9 months and dates were not lining up. I then questioned my father; “Dad, how could mom have been pregnant if the Ice Bowl was in December 1967 but Jackie wasn’t born until mid -October 1968”.
As the years passed, stories changed and so did the location of the tickets. They moved from behind the glass in my mother’s China cabinet into their own safety deposit box at the bank where they have remained for the last 15 years, other than 2 days of sunlight. At one time, my sister got hold of them and was able to snap a couple photos of them and toss them on EBay to see what they might go for. That experiment was short lived when my dad made her pull them after reaching a quick $3500. This infuriated my father, and he claimed “I wouldn’t sell those tickets if someone gave me a million dollars ”.
In 2006, we got the tickets out again and framed duplicates of the tickets along with a framed picture of the classic goal-line stance for his birthday. I then asked my dad if he would consider offering up the originals to either Hall of Fame. Surprisingly, he was eager and excited about the notion that other Packer Fans or football fans in general would be able to share in a part of history because of his misfortune. After consulting with members of the Green Bay Hall of Fame and The Pro Football Hall of Fame, I came to find out that individuals cannot retain ownership rights and display items in the Hall. However, they told me that if my father wanted to donate them, they would be happy to have them. With much dismay, they went back to the safety deposit box once again.
So the quandry stood, my dad was not selling the tickets for less than 1 million dollars and the only other place that he really wants to see them go is not able to take them without giving up ownership interest. So, until we bury them with him they will remain in the 3x11 inch steel box at the community bank for nobody to appreciate.
And then it happened! The old man buckled. After years of fables, my dad slipped and the truth came out and hit me like a ton of bricks. Speaking of my mother, he said, “…she wanted to go, but I chickened out. I’m the one that folded”. Holy Crap, the very story that I heard about for 37 years was untrue and he threw my mother under the bus doing it. So, my entire belief system had been shattered at that very moment. This information led me to question my father even more about my existence.
Fast Forward to 2011, I offered my dad the one hundred and twenty second way that I could help him sell the tickets if he was interested. I told him that we might be hard pressed to find an individual that would want the tickets for 1 million dollars so my dad said, “Great! End of discussion, I will keep them”. However, I shared with him the idea that I could probably work on finding 1 million people to throw a dollar at the story of My Dad The Ice Bowl Chicken with the understanding that they were the contributors of the tickets into the Hall of Fame. My dad wanted to make sure that if this “crazy idea” actually was put into place that money will not be received unless the million dollars is reached. I thought that was a fair request and typical of my dad. So since we were negotiating, I thought it would be only fair to throw out my final stanza to him. Well, my only stipulation was that you request the sign above your tickets to read...
“…she wanted to go, but I chickened out. I’m the one that folded”
The Ice Bowl Chicken
Almost Loyal Packer Fan
After years of asking for forgiveness and not permission from my father, this was the first time I have asked for permission and received it. So, it’s this child’s dream to take the keys from that bus that he used to run my mother over with for 40 years. Thanks for the permission dad to drive your fabled story bus about the time you didn’t go to the Ice Bowl. This time the driver will clarify the truth and he has a pen in his hand.
I love you Dad, but this one’s for mom!
Jason
Your Favorite Son
Oh, and we have no intention on attempting such a feat and understand how it would look upon my family if we did. That would be ridiculous. But that's what make stories, stories!
My Dad ... The Ice Bowl Chicken
By Jason Warner
1-20-2011
There’s no place else in the world that my Dad would like to have his unused Ice Bowl tickets on display than at the Pro Football Hall of Fame. Yes, I said unused. According to my research Lambeau Field was sold out on December 31st, 1967 with minus 40 degree wind-chill temperatures as the Green Bay Packers defeated the Dallas Cowboys in the NFL Championship Game. Reports claim that a crowd of 50,861 gathered at Lambeau field that day.
Well, let history note that a crowd of 50,861 minus 2 gathered on the frozen tundra that day. Minus 2 of this guy’s parents, that is. Ever since I can remember, I would hear the stories about why my parents didn’t make the 3 hour trek to watch the most famous football game in American History. Oh, and how the story changed. For roughly two decades I was convinced that my mother was pregnant with my oldest sister and my father chose not to go because he was looking out for his unborn child and his wife. As his eldest son, I thought the world of my father and hoped someday I would do something as caring and special for my own wife.
That was until I found out that the gestation period for women was 9 months and dates were not lining up. I then questioned my father; “Dad, how could mom have been pregnant if the Ice Bowl was in December 1967 but Jackie wasn’t born until mid -October 1968”.
As the years passed, stories changed and so did the location of the tickets. They moved from behind the glass in my mother’s China cabinet into their own safety deposit box at the bank where they have remained for the last 15 years, other than 2 days of sunlight. At one time, my sister got hold of them and was able to snap a couple photos of them and toss them on EBay to see what they might go for. That experiment was short lived when my dad made her pull them after reaching a quick $3500. This infuriated my father, and he claimed “I wouldn’t sell those tickets if someone gave me a million dollars ”.
In 2006, we got the tickets out again and framed duplicates of the tickets along with a framed picture of the classic goal-line stance for his birthday. I then asked my dad if he would consider offering up the originals to either Hall of Fame. Surprisingly, he was eager and excited about the notion that other Packer Fans or football fans in general would be able to share in a part of history because of his misfortune. After consulting with members of the Green Bay Hall of Fame and The Pro Football Hall of Fame, I came to find out that individuals cannot retain ownership rights and display items in the Hall. However, they told me that if my father wanted to donate them, they would be happy to have them. With much dismay, they went back to the safety deposit box once again.
So the quandry stood, my dad was not selling the tickets for less than 1 million dollars and the only other place that he really wants to see them go is not able to take them without giving up ownership interest. So, until we bury them with him they will remain in the 3x11 inch steel box at the community bank for nobody to appreciate.
And then it happened! The old man buckled. After years of fables, my dad slipped and the truth came out and hit me like a ton of bricks. Speaking of my mother, he said, “…she wanted to go, but I chickened out. I’m the one that folded”. Holy Crap, the very story that I heard about for 37 years was untrue and he threw my mother under the bus doing it. So, my entire belief system had been shattered at that very moment. This information led me to question my father even more about my existence.
Fast Forward to 2011, I offered my dad the one hundred and twenty second way that I could help him sell the tickets if he was interested. I told him that we might be hard pressed to find an individual that would want the tickets for 1 million dollars so my dad said, “Great! End of discussion, I will keep them”. However, I shared with him the idea that I could probably work on finding 1 million people to throw a dollar at the story of My Dad The Ice Bowl Chicken with the understanding that they were the contributors of the tickets into the Hall of Fame. My dad wanted to make sure that if this “crazy idea” actually was put into place that money will not be received unless the million dollars is reached. I thought that was a fair request and typical of my dad. So since we were negotiating, I thought it would be only fair to throw out my final stanza to him. Well, my only stipulation was that you request the sign above your tickets to read...
“…she wanted to go, but I chickened out. I’m the one that folded”
The Ice Bowl Chicken
Almost Loyal Packer Fan
After years of asking for forgiveness and not permission from my father, this was the first time I have asked for permission and received it. So, it’s this child’s dream to take the keys from that bus that he used to run my mother over with for 40 years. Thanks for the permission dad to drive your fabled story bus about the time you didn’t go to the Ice Bowl. This time the driver will clarify the truth and he has a pen in his hand.
I love you Dad, but this one’s for mom!
Jason
Your Favorite Son
Oh, and we have no intention on attempting such a feat and understand how it would look upon my family if we did. That would be ridiculous. But that's what make stories, stories!
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and u made two threads about this because? spambot motherfu****
MyDadTheIceBowlChicken
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nope, not the case. Sharing a story and figuring out how to edit posts.
thanks for giving me a heads up though
jason
thanks for giving me a heads up though
jason
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I think you should leave your grudges somewhere else and not try to bring us into them.
Seems like this is something just between you and your family.
What are we supposed to do about it?
I'm sure your father had his reasons to not go to the ice bowl. And if your against that, well, that's just between you and him.
I, and other Packers fans on here, have nothing to do with that.
I don't understand the motivations for this post.
Are you trying to get us to feel a certain way? To do something? Or just sharing?
Seems like this is something just between you and your family.
What are we supposed to do about it?
I'm sure your father had his reasons to not go to the ice bowl. And if your against that, well, that's just between you and him.
I, and other Packers fans on here, have nothing to do with that.
I don't understand the motivations for this post.
Are you trying to get us to feel a certain way? To do something? Or just sharing?
Trying to get us to send a dollar?
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To longtimefan:
There is no place on here or anywhere that we ask for $. Just a fun/goofy story about these unused Ice Bowl tickets that my dad has been holding onto forever.
To Forget Favre:
Just sharing a story I wrote in a day, but lived through over the years.
I respect your questions. Thanks for asking them.
Jason
There is no place on here or anywhere that we ask for $. Just a fun/goofy story about these unused Ice Bowl tickets that my dad has been holding onto forever.
To Forget Favre:
Just sharing a story I wrote in a day, but lived through over the years.
I respect your questions. Thanks for asking them.
Jason
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My brother currently holds an unused ticket from that game. There were 4 tickets and only 3 went. I would really like to know what that ticket is worth on the open market. Not that he'd ever sell it but it would be interesting. I wonder how many tickets actually went unused?
One sold at Auction recently for approx $1140
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As a 64-year-old man whose parents, aunt & uncle, brother and cousin, were at that game....I thoroughly enjoyed your story. I see a lot of my dad in your dad.
Under the subject "TICKETS? WE DON'T NEED NO STINKING TICKETS!"----my 14-year-old brother and 12-year-old cousin climbed over a fence and watched the game (perhaps they sat in your parents' seats).
Where was I? Passed out in Thailand. Game came on the radio at midnight; my friends and I started drinking at noon.
Never got to see anything about the game until I returned to the states 9 months later.
Frankly, I can not, for the life of me, see any reason for someone being critical of you posting this story.
Thanks again for sharing.
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