This is the way I heard it.

Harvey sat in front of his big screen TV, nursing a beer and wondering if Tom Brady could

pull another rabbit out of his hat when a bonafide superstar began to sing the bejesus

out of the star-spangled banner.

It was an epic performance that immediately transported the 79-year-old Harvey back to

a time when he was young and famous and hopelessly in love.

Why the sudden sprint down memory lane?

Because Harvey knew something that most people did not.

Harvey knew that the bonafide superstar, belting out the national anthem at Super Bowl

53, wouldn't be up there on his big screen TV, but for the seemingly random influence

of his future ex-wife, 47 years earlier.

And the randomness of it all was blowing Harvey's 79-year-old mind.

Harvey considered the unlikely chain of events which led to the burst of nostalgia now threatening

to overwhelm him.

Best he could figure, it began with a phone call from Jim Weatherly way back in 1972.

Like Harvey, Jim had quit football to make a living in LA.

Whereas Harvey had done the TV thing, Jim had done the music thing, with a lot less success.

One day, Jim called the house, and Harvey's future ex-wife answered the phone.

She was in the bedroom when he called, packing her suitcase.

Hello?

Hey, gorgeous.

May I speak to the man of the house?

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