In 1969-70, when I was 9 years old, I went to every Chiefs home game as part of the Huddle Club. We sat in the NW corner right next to the chute where the players went into the locker room. I loved Mike Livingston, and I would always call his name. It got to be his routine to come touch my hand before each game as all the kids hung over the fence hoping to get to touch their favorite players. I'm the only one whose hand he touched. I've always wondered if I was sort of his good luck charm. He took us to the Super Bowl that year!