#Dick Engberg

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NBC Sports: MLB 1980- World Series Game 7-Kansas City Royals @ Philadelphia Phillies: Full Game

Source:NBC Sports– Philadelphia Phillies closer Tug McGraw. “Kansas City Royals 1 at Philadelphia Phillies 4, F — With the Phillies just one tantalizing out away from a Championship, Tug McGraw got ahead on Willie Wilson, then struck him out swinging at a 1-2 fastball. McGraw threw his arms up, his teammates jumped all over each other, and the franchise had its first baseball…

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My first go at this thing called writing.

Ok, so, I’ve been reading fanfiction for probably too long considering my age (what can you do?) and I’ve finally decided to try writing my own. I apologise if it’s terrible, but I really enjoyed this. I could’ve written more, and it ends kind of abruptly I know, but I’m dead tired and kind of anxious to get this out there before I keep going with it. Let me know what you think, and if anyone wants to send me asks, please do! :-) 

Characters: Bill Skarsgård/Female Reader 

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You hadn’t planned on coming. Your main concern when the invitation arrived had been more how much time had managed to pass without you realising than anything else. Ten years. Ten whole years since you graduated, since you left this town for good, left him. And now you’d somehow been roped into going home, all for a little high school reunion. Who even goes to those anymore? Well, you supposed, apparently fools like you.

When you were younger, you’d had this silly notion that one day, when you’d see everyone again, you’d be that woman.

The beautiful woman, with the amazing career and committed partner–the one you see in films. But that wasn’t your reality. Sure, you had a decent job. Your boss was a bit of a dick and the hours could prove tedious but it was something, and it put a cosy roof over your head. You had friends, family you loved, you’d grown into yourself. No longer were you the gangly, coltish looking girl in too-short trousers, a fact of which the men in your life were aware. You just couldn’t help the nagging feeling that something was missing, nor could you admit to the small part of you that whispered it was him.

As you trudged hesitantly up the path to your alma mater, the redbrick entrance looming over you like a warning, all you could do was curse your friend for forcing you into this. 

It had taken some heavy bribery, and not a small amount of guilt tripping, but eventually you’d caved when faced with the sad, concerned-eyes of your closest friend. It was a look you’d been getting a lot lately. 

Supposedly this trip would be good for you, bring closure. Yet you weren’t so sure. As you stopped at the foot of the entrance’ steps, you closed your eyes, letting out a deep puff of air. This was it. This was the moment you’d been waiting for. The gnawing pit of anxiety you’d felt in the months since you received your invite was almost worse than the sudden realisation that you couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t you breathe! It wasn’t like he would even come to this. No, surely not. Not with who he is now. And the rest in there, well, it’s not that you particularly disliked them, although sure there are a few arseholes you’d rather not see again, it’s just that you’d tried so hard to put this town behind you after everything that had happened, to move on, that being here felt like rubbing salt into your already deep wounds. 

You also really didn’t want to see Paulina fucking Engberg’s smug face say “I told-you-so”.

You were jolted out of your impending hysteria by the sound of partygoers. Looking around, you realised the noise had come from inside. Going off of the full carpark, the night air otherwise still and quiet, you assumed you must be the last person to arrive. 

“Fuck. I’m late. OK... Stop stalling. You can do this. I’m almost certain he won’t be in there but even if he is, you can fucking do this.”

You took one last moment of peace before the mayhem, straightening out your midi dress, before glaring at the garish blue and yellow banner ahead and marching inside. 

Welcome back indeed.

The first thing you noticed was the music. 

Why is it that every DJ at every prom, wedding, and apparently high school reunion, plays the same god-awful pop music? 

Hovering by the doors to the gym, you glanced around as subtly as you could for any familiar faces, namely one in particular. With your third pan around the room you decided it was all clear and made a swift beeline for the drinks table. You weren’t above accepting help where given, and this kind of night called for it. With a hefty swig of champagne in you, and a careful eye on the crowd, you ambled over to the main table, spotting a stack of labels and pens placed out. Scribbling down your name, you couldn’t quite swallow the chuckle at the irony of having to remind people who you are, at an event that’s sole purpose is to reminisce in shared memories. 

Sighing, you resigned yourself to at least attempting conversation with someone, deciding to stick it out for a couple of hours out of courtesy and then getting the hell out of here. You had a lovely bed awaiting you in a hotel downtown after all, and you figured you’d treat yourself to some room service and perhaps a drink or two more as a reward for showing.

After several intensely awkward introductions with old classmates and teachers, you had the uncomfortable realisation that almost everyone here had a plus one but you. You knew you should have brought someone, but after the third friend had denied availability you’d decided that perhaps it would be best to come alone anyway, just in case he did show. Better to keep that train wreck from as fewer eyes as possible. 

As the person before you (Megan was it? No Maxine. Perhaps these name tags were good for something) finished their long boasting account of their marriage and how many children they had (“Oh do you want to see a picture? Here. Aren’t they so sweet? You know we always thought you and...”), you could stomach it no longer.

Whipping out your phone (thank god for dresses with pockets), you excused yourself, claiming you needed to make a call, then bolted towards the back door–but not before snatching two flutes of champagne from a startled waiter. Just the quiet of the closed hallway was enough to calm you somewhat as you breathed deeply in and out. 

Feeling more relaxed, you decided to head home, your fluffy down comforter calling you, when from the corner of your eye you spotted an old display case shucked up against the wall. Curious, you found a collection of framed photos from across the years. Placing your drinks to the side, you leaned in for a closer look. Basketball, volleyball, football, it was all there. And at the very back, one you hadn’t seen in years. In the middle of a group of boys, he stood. Impossibly tall, impossibly beautiful, even then. With his floppy hair and his big earnest eyes, not to mention that smile, he was the picture of youth. And he was yours. 

Not anymore, you thought.

So focused on your reminiscing, you didn’t notice until you caught those same eyes in the reflective glass, that you were no longer alone. Your breath caught in your chest, as you choked out the name you hadn’t spoken aloud in years.

“Bill?” 

“I thought I’d find you somewhere around here.”

He leaned down towards you, his breath ghosting over your ear forcing you to shudder. 

You stumbled around, heart racing, almost smacking right into his chest before he caught you, his large warm hand stretched over your shoulder. “Woah, easy there”, he chuckled.

God, you forgot what his presence did to you. 

You weren’t a hugely tall woman by any means, but it was still a rare occurrence that a man could truly make you feel small. And did he get even more attractive? 

As your eyes drifted from his slicked back hair to his sharp angular jaw, his slightly receding hairline that reminded you fondly of his father, you thought he might’ve. The years had certainly done him well, even the faint lines pinching the corner of his eyes suited him. 

“Bill”, his name the only thing you seemed capable of saying. 

Your mind felt like it had dropped through your throat and into your stomach. It was like being parched, like missing something for so long that when it’s right there in front of you again, you can’t believe it.

“Hello sweetheart. It’s been awhile.”

Some awful sound halfway between a scoff and a snort found its way out of your mouth before you could stop it. Blushing, you tried to recover from your mortification.

“Just a bit, yeah.”  

“How’ve you been?” he asked, as he stared at you as intensely as he did ten years ago. 

Bill had this way of making you feel like you were the only thing that mattered when he looked at you. It was those Swedish values of his, or maybe just those huge bug eyes you used to tease him for.  

“Umm”, you stumbled nervously. You’d prepared yourself mentally for this moment, knowing it was a possibility, yet everything you’d thought you would say had left you. 

“I’ve been good thanks, works been good, everything’s umm good. And you?” 

Oh god. What the fuck was wrong with you?

“Everything’s good here too”, he said with no little amount of amusement at your loss for words. It had never been a problem when you were younger. If you remembered right, it was quite the opposite, Bill finding many a creative way to silence your constant talking.   

Great, so not the time to think about that perfect, fucking full mouth of his.

Ripping your mind back to the present, you realised you’d been staring precisely where your thoughts were for some time now, Bill’s expression far too warm and kind for your comfort. 

He had no right to look at you like that. Not after all this time. 

Realising he still had his hand on you, thumb softly rubbing your upper arm, you staggered away, searching for those cursed drinks of yours.

Sculling down the rest of the champagne, back faced to him, you scrambled for something to say. 

“So, I hear the acting is going well?”

Bill, still so modest, looked down, “it is, thank you. I’ve just finished filming actually, so I’m happy to be home for a bit.” 

He paused. “Are you here for long?”

As you went to deny, you couldn’t help but be shocked by the hope you could see in his eyes, hesitant as it was. 

You didn’t want to think too much on it, hope was a dangerous thing after all, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. That treacherous part of you that had held onto his memory all these years roared in agreement. It was getting harder and harder to quieten it these days and this just might break your resolve. 

“I’m not sure yet, I hadn’t planned to stay past tonight, but I suppose it could be nice to see the town again.”

Smiling, he walked over to you, every step giving you a better look at his tall frame. Broad shoulders, tapered waist, legs for absolute days. That suit must cost a fucking fortune, you thought. 

He snatched the second glass from the table, gulping it down, his Adam’s apple throbbing so enticingly, you wanted to suck your own mark onto it. Licking a drop of champagne off the corner of his lip, he smirked, “I’m so glad”. 

Shit, you thought. You don’t know if this is the closure she meant. 

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DJ Empress & Ida Engberg Come Forward with Sexual Abuse Allegations Against Erick Morillo

DJ Empress and Ida Engberg have gone public with new accusations of sexual abuse against Erick Morillo, who was recently found dead in his Miami home at age 49.

Last month, the DJ/producer turned himself in to Miami Beach Police on charges of sexual battery after results of a rape kit came back positive for his DNA. The arrest stemmed from an incident that took place in December 2019.

According to detectives, Morillo and his accuser were both working as DJs at a private party and they went back to his place for drinks. It was there he made several advances toward her, which were all refused. She became intoxicated and passed out — and later reported “waking up nude on the bed, with Mr. Morillo standing on the side of the bed also nude.”

Now, DJ Empress and Ida Engberg are coming forward with similar encounters.

We stand with the victims.

Trigger warning: the following accounts may be disturbing for our readers…

DJ Empress shares her horrifying and ongoing interactions with Morillo below:

I’ve been holding this in since 1998, so I might as well say it now, as it may help some people. Erick Morillo used to sexually harass me like crazy when I worked as a buyer at a Record Store in NYC called Satellite when I was 17 years old. So much so that he even got my phone # out of the store’s database without my consent and also a friend of mine’s home # that I was at so he could call me & leave me harassing disgusting weird breathy, sexual messages. He would come up behind me and rub his dick all over my legs & butt when I was facing the wall putting away records, while breathing his hot, wet breath into my ears & whisper perverted sexual things he wanted to do to me. The first few times he did that to me, I remember just freezing. I didn’t know what to do, I was so young. It was the “I like to move it move it guy”- everyone at that time knew that song. He was this super intense, totally perverted creep. I would hide downstairs in the basement of the shop & in the bathroom when he was in the store and I would get screamed at to get back on the floor by the owner. Everyone knew what he did to me. One antagonistic employee would even antagonize me that “I liked it”. The owner explained to me that if I wanted to work at the store, that encounters like that was part of how things are with the more successful DJs. Erick was by far the most sexually harassing bigger named DJ that would come into the store for me.

I’ve been holding this in since 1998, so I might as well say it now, as it may help some people. Erick Morillo used to…

Posted by DJ Empress on Monday, September 7, 2020

Ida Engberg shares her own story:

I met [Erick] Morillo in Ibiza back in 2006. Once in an after party at his house I sat outside in a sun bed talking to a friend of mine when he approached me from behind, pulled my head back, held my forehead against the sunbed and poured a drink into my mouth against my will. I got upset and asked what that was. He laughed and said “it’s MDMA.”

I said, can I please chose (sic) for myself if I want to do drugs or not. I got up and left the party. Later I heard from a friend that he had asked all the girls who would not get naked to leave the party. I met him after and he just laughed and said ‘well you were not going to fuck me anyway were you’. He also said I wasn’t welcome back to his house.

She adds in the post below:

Our dance music community should not be brushing the behaviour of Eric Morillo under the carpet. We owe it all to women of our generation and to generations to come. We should not glorify rapists…

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A post shared by Ida Engberg (@idaengberg) on Sep 5, 2020 at 8:57am PDT

  Source: DJ Mag

This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: DJ Empress & Ida Engberg Come Forward with Sexual Abuse Allegations Against Erick Morillo

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DJ Empress & Ida Engberg Come Forward with Sexual Abuse Allegations Against Erick Morillo

DJ Empress and Ida Engberg have gone public with new accusations of sexual abuse againstErick Morillo, who was recently found dead in his Miami home at age 49.

Last month, the DJ/producer turned himself in to Miami Beach Police on charges of sexual battery after results of a rape kit came back positive for his DNA. The arrest stemmed from an incident that took place in December 2019.

According to detectives, Morillo and his accuser were both working as DJs at a private party and they went back to his place for drinks. It was there he made several advances toward her, which were all refused. She became intoxicated and passed out — and later reported “waking up nude on the bed, with Mr. Morillo standing on the side of the bed also nude.”

Now, DJ Empress and Ida Engberg are coming forward with similar encounters.

We stand with the victims.

Trigger warning: the following accounts may be disturbing for our readers…

DJ Empress shares her horrifying and ongoing interactions with Morillo below:

I’ve been holding this in since 1998, so I might as well say it now, as it may help some people. Erick Morillo used to sexually harass me like crazy when I worked as a buyer at a Record Store in NYC called Satellite when I was 17 years old. So much so that he even got my phone # out of the store’s database without my consent and also a friend of mine’s home # that I was at so he could call me & leave me harassing disgusting weird breathy, sexual messages. He would come up behind me and rub his dick all over my legs & butt when I was facing the wall putting away records, while breathing his hot, wet breath into my ears & whisper perverted sexual things he wanted to do to me. The first few times he did that to me, I remember just freezing. I didn’t know what to do, I was so young. It was the “I like to move it move it guy”- everyone at that time knew that song. He was this super intense, totally perverted creep. I would hide downstairs in the basement of the shop & in the bathroom when he was in the store and I would get screamed at to get back on the floor by the owner. Everyone knew what he did to me. One antagonistic employee would even antagonize me that “I liked it”. The owner explained to me that if I wanted to work at the store, that encounters like that was part of how things are with the more successful DJs. Erick was by far the most sexually harassing bigger named DJ that would come into the store for me.

I’ve been holding this in since 1998, so I might as well say it now, as it may help some people. Erick Morillo used to…

Posted by DJ Empress on Monday, September 7, 2020

Ida Engberg shares her own story:

I met [Erick] Morillo in Ibiza back in 2006. Once in an after party at his house I sat outside in a sun bed talking to a friend of mine when he approached me from behind, pulled my head back, held my forehead against the sunbed and poured a drink into my mouth against my will. I got upset and asked what that was. He laughed and said “it’s MDMA.”

I said, can I please chose (sic) for myself if I want to do drugs or not. I got up and left the party. Later I heard from a friend that he had asked all the girls who would not get naked to leave the party. I met him after and he just laughed and said ‘well you were not going to fuck me anyway were you’. He also said I wasn’t welcome back to his house.

She adds in the post below:

Our dance music community should not be brushing the behaviour of Eric Morillo under the carpet. We owe it all to women of our generation and to generations to come. We should not glorify rapists…

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Ida Engberg (@idaengberg) on Sep 5, 2020 at 8:57am PDT

  Source: DJ Mag

This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: DJ Empress & Ida Engberg Come Forward with Sexual Abuse Allegations Against Erick Morillo

from Best DJ Kit https://www.youredm.com/2020/09/08/dj-empress-ida-engberg-sexual-allegations-against-erick-morillo/

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DJ Empress & Ida Engberg Come Forward with Sexual Abuse Allegations Against Erick Morillo

DJ Empress and Ida Engberg have gone public with new accusations of sexual abuse against Erick Morillo, who was recently found dead in his Miami home at age 49.

Last month, the DJ/producer turned himself in to Miami Beach Police on charges of sexual battery after results of a rape kit came back positive for his DNA. The arrest stemmed from an incident that took place in December 2019.

According to detectives, Morillo and his accuser were both working as DJs at a private party and they went back to his place for drinks. It was there he made several advances toward her, which were all refused. She became intoxicated and passed out — and later reported “waking up nude on the bed, with Mr. Morillo standing on the side of the bed also nude.”

Now, DJ Empress and Ida Engberg are coming forward with similar encounters.

We stand with the victims.

Trigger warning: the following accounts may be disturbing for our readers…

DJ Empress shares her horrifying and ongoing interactions with Morillo below:

I’ve been holding this in since 1998, so I might as well say it now, as it may help some people. Erick Morillo used to sexually harass me like crazy when I worked as a buyer at a Record Store in NYC called Satellite when I was 17 years old. So much so that he even got my phone # out of the store’s database without my consent and also a friend of mine’s home # that I was at so he could call me & leave me harassing disgusting weird breathy, sexual messages. He would come up behind me and rub his dick all over my legs & butt when I was facing the wall putting away records, while breathing his hot, wet breath into my ears & whisper perverted sexual things he wanted to do to me. The first few times he did that to me, I remember just freezing. I didn’t know what to do, I was so young. It was the “I like to move it move it guy”- everyone at that time knew that song. He was this super intense, totally perverted creep. I would hide downstairs in the basement of the shop & in the bathroom when he was in the store and I would get screamed at to get back on the floor by the owner. Everyone knew what he did to me. One antagonistic employee would even antagonize me that “I liked it”. The owner explained to me that if I wanted to work at the store, that encounters like that was part of how things are with the more successful DJs. Erick was by far the most sexually harassing bigger named DJ that would come into the store for me.

I’ve been holding this in since 1998, so I might as well say it now, as it may help some people. Erick Morillo used to…

Posted by DJ Empress on Monday, September 7, 2020

Ida Engberg shares her own story:

I met [Erick] Morillo in Ibiza back in 2006. Once in an after party at his house I sat outside in a sun bed talking to a friend of mine when he approached me from behind, pulled my head back, held my forehead against the sunbed and poured a drink into my mouth against my will. I got upset and asked what that was. He laughed and said “it’s MDMA.”

I said, can I please chose (sic) for myself if I want to do drugs or not. I got up and left the party. Later I heard from a friend that he had asked all the girls who would not get naked to leave the party. I met him after and he just laughed and said ‘well you were not going to fuck me anyway were you’. He also said I wasn’t welcome back to his house.

She adds in the post below:

Our dance music community should not be brushing the behaviour of Eric Morillo under the carpet. We owe it all to women of our generation and to generations to come. We should not glorify rapists…

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Ida Engberg (@idaengberg) on Sep 5, 2020 at 8:57am PDT

  Source: DJ Mag

This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: DJ Empress & Ida Engberg Come Forward with Sexual Abuse Allegations Against Erick Morillo

source https://www.youredm.com/2020/09/08/dj-empress-ida-engberg-sexual-allegations-against-erick-morillo/

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Sportscaster Dick Enberg has died at age 82

SAN DIEGO (AP) — Dick Enberg, the longtime sportscaster who got his big break with UCLA basketball and went on to call Super Bowls, Olympics, Final Fours and Angels and Padres baseball games, died Thursday. He was 82.

Engberg’s daughter, Nicole, confirmed the death to The Associated Press. She said the family became concerned when he didn’t arrive on his flight to Boston on Thursday, and that…

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NBC Sports: NFL 1980-Super Bowl-Oakland Raiders vs. Philadelphia Eagles: Full Game

Super Bowl 15, was a very interesting matchup between two very good football teams. The 1980 Raiders, perhaps one of the most talented teams on both sides of the ball to ever play in the Super Bowl. The 1980 Eagles, were very good, perhaps not deep in great talent, but with a lot of good players. The 1980 Raiders, might be the best 11-5 team that has ever played. They were 2-3 at one point that…

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NBC Sports: MLB 1979-ALCS-Game 2-Anaheim Angeles @ Baltimore Orioles: Full Game

. The New Democrat Game two of the 1979 ALCS being played at the “Outdoor Insane Asylum”, as Baltimore Memorial Stadium was called. As it should’ve been being perhaps the loudest outdoor stadium in pro major league sports in America. Both for baseball and football giving, the Orioles and Colts huge home field advantages especially when they were good. This was a game that the Angels basically had…

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NBC Sports: Video: NFL 1980-AFC Final-Oakland Raiders @ San Diego Chargers: Dick Engberg Intro

The Daily Journal Dick Engberg with a real good intro here. Not his best, but I believe he was one of the better announcers at the intro. Because of his voice, his passion for sports, perhaps especially football and he knew what he was talking about as well. So he brought a realness to his work. As far as this game, I wish I could’ve found something more than just this intro, but this was all…

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NBC Sports: NFL 1980- AFC Championship- Oakland Raiders @ San Diego Chargers: Full Game

NBC Sports: NFL 1980- AFC Championship- Oakland Raiders @ San Diego Chargers: Full Game

Source:Raiders Classic– Oakland Raiders QB Jim Plunkett.

“Jim Plunkett and the Raiders go into San Diego and beat Dan Fouts and the Chargers in a wild one to go to the teams 3rd Super Bowl.”

From Raiders Classic

With all due respect to the Air Coryell Chargers, they weren’t a complete all around great football team. They had a great offensive minded head coach in Don Coryell. They had a Hall of…

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NFL: NFL 1993-AFC Divisional-Kansas City Chiefs @ Houston Oilers: Full Game

NFL: NFL 1993-AFC Divisional-Kansas City Chiefs @ Houston Oilers: Full Game

Source:NFL– Joe Montana vs Warren Moon: 1993 NFL-AFC Divisional 

Source:The Daily Post

“In honor of Free Game Friday the NFL presents Joe Montana’s upset of the Houston Oilers!

8:45 Al Del Greco 49-yard Field Goal

25:30 Gary Brown 2-yard TD Run

54:50 Warren Moon Strip Sacked, Chiefs recover

1:16:52 Montana 7-yard TD Pass

1:47:38 Al Del Greco 43-yard Field Goal

1:52:02 Montana 11-yard TD Pass

1:55…

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NBC Sports: NFL 1978-AFC Wildcard-Houston Oilers @ Miami Dolphins: First Half

NBC Sports: NFL 1978-AFC Wildcard-Houston Oilers @ Miami Dolphins: First Half

  I love these old games, especially starting in 1978 or so and going through the 1980s. The NFL of the last 10-15, years I would’ve lived very well without experiencing. Because the Roger Goodell is so offensive and money oriented, that they are coming damn close to eliminating defense and physical play on defense. But the NFL of the late 1970s and the 1980s was a balanced league. Where offenses…

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NBC Sports: NFL 1978-AFC Wildcard-Houston Oilers @ Miami Dolphins: 2nd Half

NBC Sports: NFL 1978-AFC Wildcard-Houston Oilers @ Miami Dolphins: 2nd Half

  The Houston Oilers were playing a AFC Wildcard game on the road in 1978, because they finished second only to the Pittsburgh Steelers that year. But not because the Miami Dolphins were a better team. Because if anything the Oilers were better, but back then and until 1990, you had to win your division in order to host an NFL playoff game. As it should be, at least as far as I’m concern. So…

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Portland Basketball Classics-NBC Sports: NBA 1991-Los Angeles Lakers @ Portland Blazers: First Quarter Source: Portland Basketball Classics-NBC News: NBA 1991-Los Angeles Lakers @ Portland Blazers: 1st Quarter The Lakers and Blazers, clearly the two best teams in the Western Conference in 1991.

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NFL Films: NFL 1977-AFC Final-Oakland Raiders @ Denver Broncos: Highlights

NFL Films: NFL 1977-AFC Final-Oakland Raiders @ Denver Broncos: Highlights

Source: NFL Films Source: NFL Films: NFL 1977- AFC Final- Oakland Raiders @ Denver Broncos: Highlights With all due respect to the 1977 Denver Broncos, even though this game was played in Denver, this is one of the biggest upsets in NFC conference final history. If you look at the two teams and the two squads, the Raiders clearly had a better team man for man and as far as talent. The Broncos…

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NFL Films: NFL 1978- Super Bowl 13-Dallas Cowboys vs Pittsburgh Steelers: Documentary

NFL Films: NFL 1978- Super Bowl 13-Dallas Cowboys vs Pittsburgh Steelers: Documentary

Source: NFL Films-Super Bowl 13 Source: NFL Films: NFL 1978- Super Bowl 13- Dallas Cowboys vs Pittsburgh Steelers: Documentary If you look at the two teams in this game and their personal and the two coaching staffs, led by Tom Landry and Chuck Knoll respectfully and how great both teams were in 1978 and the fact that this game decided who would be the NFL franchise of the 1970s, the Cowboys or…