The president himself was a kid when we were going on, noted Larry Csonka.
People who are not from South Florida, or who are too young to have experienced the Perfect Season, sometimes have a problem with how others of us hold that accomplishment with such continuing reverence.
We hold it carefully and with pride like we would a precious family heirloom, because it is that.
The outsiders make fun. Say were obsessed with the past. They dont get it.
See, those were the days. When Miami mattered nationally in sports for the first time.
We were kings for the first time.
Those were dark days in South Florida sports, and those Dolphins threw open all the curtains and let in all the light.
Think about that era. The Miami Floridians of the old ABA had folded in 1970, and the NBA and Heat would not arrive until 1988. The University of Miami would drop its basketball program for 14 years starting in 1971, and Hurricanes football would spend that entire decade not appearing in a single bowl game. The baseball Marlins and hockey Panthers, of course, were two decades away.
We didnt have much, and what we did have bore the stink of loss, when Shula arrived and everything so quickly changed.
What that felt like, and how it brought us together as a community, was profound because we hadnt done it before, hadnt felt it.
We are infatuated now with the LeBron James and the Heat, but to those of us of a certain age, those of us raised by the Dolphins, we will always remember our first love.
Tuesday at the White House, the Perfect Season finally gets its historical stamp.
Monday night inside closed ballroom doors that was for family, for old teammates. That was for old friends saying thanks, in their own way.
Hows it feel to be responsible for all this! Dick Anderson called out to the one man who was.
Seated but standing tall as ever, Don Shula let his smile answer for him.