Robert Cook of Brown Deer, Wisconsin will miss his first Super Bowl tomorrow.
Maybe He Should’ve Gone Anyway! Robert Cook, 79, is depressed. One of the four members of the “Never Miss” Super Bowl Club is in the hospital and will miss his first Super Bowl in the history of the game all the way back to its start in 1967. If it’s that depressing, or if depression is the reason he is in the hospital, anyway, maybe his doctors and family should just pack him up and send him off to his happy destiny in Dallas. – Unless he’s in the hospital for a heart, lung, or kidney transplant, those folks need to realize that they are killing the one thing that has defined his life at 5:38 PM CST tomorrow. The Super Bowl will be starting – and Robert Cook will be missing. – Sad to say, I don’t look for Robert Cook to be around Planet Earth much longer after this disappointment, but I hope I’m wrong.
As for the rest of us. Most of us have never been to a single Super Bowl. They are simply just great party days for millions of people, including many who know little to nothing about the game of football itself. I watch – and I am basically a baseball fan looking for something to do in this off-season time away from America’s great game on the diamond. How much do we really remember about the winners? I can remember that the Saints won last year because the media turned it into a Katrina Redemption Event for the City of New Orleans, but who won the big game in 2009? Or 2008? I really couldn’t say. Can you?
Now ask me who won the World Series any given year? Do you recall who won the World Series 1994? How about 1904?
That Ripoff Tailgate $200 Ticket for fans who want to park outside Cowboy Stadium and watch the game on TV while they are cooking during the Super Bowl ought to be a hoot to watch too in this cold weather. If it warms up, all they have to do then is dodge the ice sheets that will come tumbling down on the prime locations to make it a completely eventful day.
Will Jerry Jones be allowed to roam the sidelines, anyway, even though it is not his Cowboys team suited out to play on either side of the gridiron? I hope not. Jerry Jones’s ego in football is like George Steinbrenner’s big head once was in baseball, but with added help from some kind of extra self-aggrandizing sniff of addiction to personal glory. The Rooney family and the Pittsburgh Steelers are the best argument that comes to mind that nice people with class are capable of winning too. Or even more often than the narcissists.
So, who’s going to win? I’m pulling for Pittsburgh, but only because my good friend Jimmy Wynn is a deep, deep yellow and black Steeler fan from way back. A Steeler win will make jimmy happy – and that thought makes me happy too. Otherwise, I’d just like to see a good, close game. I do think Pittsburgh will win. If the Steelers play as they did in the first half of their AFC championship game against the Jets, they should shut down Aaron Rodgers and the Packers. On the other hand, if Pittsburgh performs Sunday as they did in the 2nd half of their AFC championship game against the Jets, the Packers will roll all over them.
We’re about 20.5 hours away from kickoff at this writing. It’s way too early to call Pappasito’s for our Super Bowl take-out order.
Enjoy the game. We’ll meet again on the other side of this annual celebration and deflation of great expectations.
Tags: Super Bowl
The Pecan Park Eagle 
February 6, 2011 at 10:42 am |
Another side bar, next to Cinco De Mayo, Super Bowl Sunday is the second biggest day for guacamole consumption EN LOS ESTADOS UNIDOS DE NORTE AMERICA……GEAUX STEELERS…
February 6, 2011 at 10:38 pm |
Great contribution, David. Thanks for the reminder too.There’s still time to go get the green stuff. Next year, planning must foregeaux urgency.
February 7, 2011 at 7:24 pm |
Bill: I only remember the Super Bowls that the Broncos won. Sorry about your power outrage. I watched some of the Super Bowl but changed channels at the ads and halftime to watch the golf tournament in Phoenix. I have a had time watching football after the Jan. 1 Rose Bowl. As to your tricky question about the World Series in 1904 and 1994, in 1904 John McGraw refused to play the riffraff in the American League, and in 1994, the players struck the season on August 12. As an aside, I attended the Rockies game in Mile High Stadium (the last baseball game every played there) on August 11. In one of the middle innings fat Charlie Hayes, the Rockies third baseman, hit a ground ball to third or short. He jogged about half way to first and stopped as he was easily thrown out. Manager Don Baylor yanked him immediately from the game and he never played another game for the Rockies. On the other hand, Charlie caught the pop up for the third out ending the 1996 World Series and a win for the Yankees.