I’m not going to have anything to talk about at work today. When the guys talk about everything involving the big football game last night I won’t have a clue what they are talking about.
I went back to the future and watched a Superbowl that was played in January of 1986. A game played 13,582 days ago. The film was grainy, the play by play was monotone and the offense was archaic.
…..and I loved the whole damn thing.
“Is this from the eighties dad?”
“1986 son…..”
and with a snotty reply, “I can tell by the poor quality that this is really old.”
I can tell you who won the first twenty five SuperBowls, but can’t remember the last five winners.
I’ve become a SuperBowl snob. I’m not sure if the big game outgrew me or I outgrew the big game. I was in bed at 8:30 listening to a George Gershwin show on WFMT. It ended with “Rhapsody in Blue” which was far better than Rashinda’s halftime show.
I told George last night that I will make it a tradition to watch this old tired football game every year. A game played two days before the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster. Super Bowl eighty seven could be a Bears versus Browns matchup, but I’ll be watching the Bears versus the Patriots.
I’m going to be screaming at a game played sixty seven years ago listening to my grandchildren complain about the horrible quality of film back in the 1980’s…
So while the guys are talking about the Eagles and Chiefs today, I’ll be daydreaming about Walter Payton, the 46 defense and a 46-10 victory.
Sometimes it’s good to live in the past. It’s called nostalgia.
Pitchers and Catchers report this week.
