On January 22, 1989 I learned one of those important “how to be a grown-up” lessons. It was the night of Super Bowl XXIII and I was 13-years-old. I had picked the Bengals because, as a thirteen-year-old, I thought the red tiger uniforms were cool. They also had a quarterback named Boomer and another guy named Ickey.
I didn’t grow up in Mississippi and didn’t know about “world” or “The Satellite Express” or that Jerry Rice had managed to be a Heisman trophy candidate coming out of little Mississippi Valley State.
Growing up in Knoxville, Tennessee I didn’t even know who Joe Montana and Jerry Rice were before that night, but after a two touchdown fourth quarter and an MVP trophy for Jerry Rice I was a fan. In fact . . . I think that was the night I became a football fan. And (ask my wife) I really, really like football.
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