Thanks to Google, I can tell you that the Green Bay Packers and Kansas City Chiefs played in the first Super Bowl on January 15, 1967 at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum. Green Bay was the victor, 35-10. But you probably already knew that.
Did you know that the title, “Super Bowl?” was coined by Lamar Hunt, architect of the AFL and owner of the Kansas City Chiefs? One day he came across his daughter’s Super Ball. It gave him the inspiration for the name of the championship game between the upstart American Football League and the old-guard National Football League. “Why not,” he wondered, “call our championship game the Super Bowl?” The name, however, wasn’t applied to this first contest until a couple of years later when it was retroactively labeled. The game itself, though, caught on quickly and thus, an American tradition was born. Thanks to About.com for that information.
Very nice. Traditions are good. They help create the tapestry of our culture. I love traditions — just not the Super Bowl tradition. Don’t call me unpatriotic. At the risk of being labeled a traitor, let me state my feelings about the Super Bowl. I don’t care. I don’t like football. I’ve never liked football. It’s probably because I’ve never watched a game long enough to understand it. And speaking of understanding, what’s that about? A bunch of over-sized men bulked up to the ridiculous, who run a few yards, push each other down in a heap, get up, run a few more yards and then push each other down again.
Joe Namath was probably my favorite player because he was a good-looking bad boy. Girls like bad boys. Plus, he looked pretty cute in those panty hose. I was 16-1/2 when the first Super Bowl game was played. I had many more important things on my mind back then. I don’t remember what they were, but I’m sure they were more important. Now I am 60-1/2 and I still have more important things on my mind. I can’t remember them now, but I’m sure they are more important than a silly football game.
I guess there is a silver lining to the Super Bowl. We get together with our friends to eat traditional Super Bowl food and have a few laughs. Frank makes the pool. Everyone fills in their boxes and I take what’s left. It’s okay, I wouldn’t have a clue which to pick. Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about participating in work pools. As an HR person, no one ever asks and that’s fine with me. There’s always the half-time show. Let’s hope the Black-Eyed Peas break the cycle of rockers past their prime performing.
Tonight we will be together, snacks galore and prognostications ready. I’ll do my best to act interested, but it’s likely I’ll be on my Blackberry between the long-awaited commercials. Even those aren’t as fantastic as they once were. Maybe tonight it will be different. I’ll let you know. Oh, and if you’re wondering which team I hope wins? It’s the Packers. I like the color of their uniforms.