In the discussion about going to football games on Shabbat and how to enter the game without carrying tickets (“Redemption in Red and Black,” Jan. 5), I would like to present a halachic solution to the same question in Atlanta in the 1950s.
I was a big football fan of my Henry Grady High School team. One year, I think it was 1954, our team was quite good, and I wanted to see all the games played at Grady Stadium on Boulevard. One or two games were on Thursday night, the rest on Friday night. I knew the coach, the late Erk Russell, quite well, and he encouraged me to come to the games because he liked my positive attitude.
My grandfather Rabbi Tobias Geffen proposed a two-part solution: My ticket would be at the box office, and I had to go to Kabbalat Shabbat and eat something before I walked to the game from our home at 1435 N. Highland Ave.
The most significant moment for me was the district finals in Decatur Stadium. I had to find someone to walk with me; it was four miles. The great tennis star Crawford Henry, a very good friend, said he would walk there and back with me.
Grady triumphed that night and won the state championship the next week in Macon. I did not walk to Macon.
— Rabbi David Geffen, Israel