Keiahooooooooooooo!
When Lorrie offered to get me a Colts jersey last year, I had to pick a player. That’s when I saw Freddy Keiaho single-handedly (literally, since one hand was in a cast at the time) tackle both the blocker and the ball carrier in one fell swoop. I saw his passion and I knew that I could proudly wear a #54 jersey. Now every time Keiaho makes a tackle, we shout out “Keiahoooooo!” And by the end of a game, my voice is hoarse!
After sitting in our basement watching the Colts on the big screen break the curse of Lucas Oil Stadium with an awesome 31-3 win over Baltimore, Lorrie and I decided to go for a walk in our neighborhood. Lorrie said it was too hot to wear a jersey and took her Harrison jersey off, but I insisted, “I’m not wearing it for warmth, I’m a fan!”
Just as we rounded the corner of our neighborhood clubhouse, a car pulled up and a young guy leaned out of the window. “Hey there. I’m Freddy Keiaho!” It was really Freddy Keiaho, his wife, and a bunch of her sisters. They saw my jersey and pulled over to say hi.
Freddy asked if we have a pen… of course, we didn’t. So, they invited us to climb into the back of the car and they drove us to our house to get a pen. Unbelievable! Lorrie and I were very impressed with him. An incredibly polite young gentleman.
Woohoo! No washing this jersey!
Freddy Keiaho and a Freddy Keiaho fan
Traci, Freddy, Traci’s sisters and me