I remember when I graduated from Michigan that I would only watch college football.
I agreed with Dad, who felt once athletes were paid for what they did, it made the sport to commercial to stomach. So, defending the family concept, I put down the big NFL teams whenever they were mentioned.
Then, one of my sons became an avid fan of the NFL and began watching Raiders and 49er games regularly on our TV. Not one to ignore the interests of my children, I sat and looked as well.
Then, sometime in my late 30's, I slowly became a fan of the 49ers. Fan as in getting mad when they did something stupid or going bananas when they lost a game. Throw into the mix the team sweatshirts and T-shirts, and actually going to the games in San Francisco.
I remember my wife saying "I guess the lawn gets mowed today," because when a '9er game went south, I would steam outside and get out the Lawn Boy.
Then, in a move from Sacramento, Calif., to Vancouver, Wash., I became enamored by the Seattle Seahawks. Yet, my San Francisco team shared the top spot in my NFL affections.
That's why that game between the two last Sunday was such a wrenching one for me. On one hand, I had to see one of my favorites go down, and on the other I got to see one of my teams destined for New Jersey next month.
All of this leads up to questioning myself about how this all happened to me, this getting so darned excited about a football game.
I'm one of those guys who ask his wife to get lots of "game food" for really important competitions. I love those little hot dogs she makes in the rolls and the chips and cheese and crackers and dip … all part of the Super Bowl as my personal tailgate party in the family room.
Super Bowl is, while unofficially so, a national holiday and we ought to get a compensating day off work after Sunday. Chances for that are dim, however, unless Congress declares it a mandatory deal.
Who knows? It could happen.
I'm one who likes to watch those new commercials as well, to see what the Budweiser horses will do, as part of the event. Of course, we'll see those same commercials for six months, but oh well. Welcome to the U.S.
What the Super Bowl means for many is the end of the holidays that began last Thanksgiving. Time to eat the last of the Christmas candy and really start doing something about that weight problem.
No more delays. The whistle blows and it is over for the year. Sweep up the chip crumbs and carry the messy dip dishes to the sink. Time to restart life again.
So there is a kind of regret that comes with the end of the Super Bowl, the sort of feeling that makes one depressed that it all is over. It is worse if your team lost.
So go guys, play a good game for us, because it is the final kickoff until autumn when the teams plot their course for the next Super Bowl. We fans wish the season were nearer.