Too many to tell. When I was a producer at KTRK-13 I would go to the Oiler practice facility a couple of times a week during the season. Some memories include Jeff Alm pretending he was going to drive his Cadillac into the group of reporters/photogs interviewing Jack Pardee in the parking lot. Did a big fish-tail and sped off. He died right after that (I saw the autopsy report, so don't bother). I remember Ian Howfield crying after he got cut for missing a chip-shot in Washington. Saw Buddy Ryan and Kevin Gilbride's first altercation. Ray Childress got me kicked out of the facility one time for telling PR guy Chip Namias that I had told Ray to tell Chip to "get Jack's ass out here because was tired of waiting for him." Actually collected on a bet with Cody Carlson I had made several years before when he was at Baylor. We were at the same black-tie sorority event in Waco when he was quarterback there and I was a pup at Texas. He was trash talking at dinner and I had finally had enough. We bet on the Texas-BU game that year, and he actually remembered it when I brought it up later and paid up.
I produced Ray Childress' show, and we also had Ernest Givins in studio every Sunday night after home games. They were both good dudes to work with, though Ray's wife (a UT Tri-Delt) was more pleasant to be around. Also did some of the "Off the Field" material and would go along to the players' homes to shoot interviews and b-roll. Bruce Matthews, Mike Munchak, Chris Dishman. When we would go over to the APC and would see Bud Adams' he would always say the same thing to Bob Allen every, single, time. "Hey, Allen. What marriage are you on now?" Then he would cackle as if it was the first time he ever said it. Adams had to have been the inspiration for the Judge in "The Natural." His office was in the basement of the APC, with no natural sunlight and the lights were always dim.
I will also take partial credit in getting Jerry Glanville fired. The day after they lost to the Steelers in the playoffs I was sitting in the office while Bob was doing the six-o'clock and a guy calls from Intercontinental Airport to tell me that Glanville is sitting out there waiting on a flight to Atlanta. Within an hour I had a crew from our Atlanta affiliate on the way to the airport there, but only after Bob got on the phone and screamed at their anchor. That guy would not believe that the Falcons would interview, much less hire Glanville. He refused, but eventually caved. Glanville's face getting off the plane was priceless. He was caught and he knew it. We got the video via satellite about 10-minutes to 10 p.m., and Glanville had made the comment to the effect of he was happy to be there "because if you're not sleeping in Atlanta, you're just camping out." Bob was livid. He called Bud and played it for him over the phone and then went onset and just winged a 2-minute rant on what a piece of shit Glanville was and how he had dissed Houston, the Oilers, errybody. They fired Glanville the next day (or, had a mutual parting of the ways).
Last story. After the Chiefs/Montana playoff loss I got fired for a couple of days. The station was being remodeled and the sports department was outside in a trailer. I had told the security guard to make sure the west side door by the heli-pad was unlocked so I could tapes to playback in time. About 5-minutes before Tim Melton (my favorite guy) went on at 10 p.m. I ran out of the trailer with ALL my tapes. Highlights Post-game. Everything. And, the door was locked. No one was coming. No one was answering the phone. So, I sat down on my ass and kicked in the bottom glass panel in and crawled through. Otherwise, our whole Sunday sportscast would have been Tim tap-dancing for five-minutes. The next day they brought me into the station manager's office, showed me the security tape, and fired me. On Wednesday Bob Allen (RIP) called me and told me to "get back here." I don't know what or how, but he and Tim went to bat for me. Two of the best human beings you could ever hope to meet.