My family has some strong opinions about the Super Bowl, which they’re expressing loudly day after day:
• No. 3 son (age 19): Having figured out a way to hate both teams due to some injustice they once foisted on his beloved Pittsburgh Steelers, he says “I hope there are some really good new commercials.”
• No. 4 son (16): Having figured out a way to hate both teams due to some injustice they once foisted on his beloved New England Patriots, he says he’ll be doing something else during the game, “but don’t forget to call me when the commercials come back on!”
• No. 5 son (12): Having figured out a way to hate both teams due to some injustice they once foisted on his beloved Atlanta Falcons, he says “I saw a great preview of this one commercial – I sure hope it doesn’t pull a hamstring before Super Sunday and have to sit out!”
• My wife, having never figured out how she didn’t pass the Buffalo Bills rooting gene to at least one of her sons, says: “You better not make as big a mess in the family room as you did last year!”
She addressed that comment to me, for some reason. Or at least I think she did. I wasn’t paying attention because I was trying to figure out who to root for, the Denver Broncos or the Seattle Seahawks. Consider:
• I could root for Seattle if only because the people who first established the town were led by a Hoosier, like me. He was Arthur Denny, born in 1822 in Washington County, Indiana. (People there still can’t figure why anyone would leave a place with thriving hotspots like Farabee and Smedley).
Seattle trivia: Denny’s party arrived at the site of the future Seattle on November 13, 1851. A memoir by Denny’s daughter says it was gloomy and rainy, and “the prospect for comfort was so poor that the women sat down on a log on the beach and wept bitter tears of discouragement.” Arthur’s brother David, who’d arrived a couple weeks earlier to start a cabin, buoyed everyone’s spirits by saying - this is supposedly true, now - “I wish you hadn’t come.”