My best friend in elementary school was an only child and his parents had four season tickets in the south end zone. Second row. Great seats. I got the nod to join probably 50% of the time from 1988 - 1994 or thereabouts. Lots of fun and watched some great teams. That same friend's dad had grown up with Bo Orlando's family in Pennsylvania. Bo and his family would come over to their house for parties, cookouts, etc. GREAT dude and was always friendly, throwing the ball in the yard with us and whatnot.
In 94, my dad's company had a pretty sweet deal with the Oilers that included, among other things, tickets to an away game. He had a big client lined up to take on that trip that cancelled the Friday afternoon before the game. Not able to find a replacement client on short notice, he took me. Freaking awesome trip. Flew on the team charter plane. Rode on the team bus. Stayed at the team hotel. We saw Bo at the hotel. He recognized me and my dad, so we ended up going to dinner with all the defensive backs the night before the game. Good dudes, but you could tell they were checked out. This was mid way through the season, and I think they had only won one game to that point. After dinner, most of them went out on the town. The Oilers lost to a bad Raiders team at the Coliseum the next day.
That 94 team was dog shit. And, they didn't care. Totally mailed it in all season. It was the beginning of the end of my favorite team. I still can't root for the Texans.