Super Bowl Sunday

I'm not a big sports fan. Occasionally I'll watch an NFL football game. Most of the time I’ll watch the local team, the Redskins, so I know what kind of pizza deal I can get the following day.

My brother liked Walter Payton when we were kids. He had a few posters in our room. My brother also liked the Broncos. If I recall correctly, they won a few Super Bowls in a row.

This year the stupid, unpatriotic Patriots are once again in the biggest game of the year. They are playing the Eagles. I wish Tom Brady, the Patriot’s quarterback, would just go away. How many rings does his ego really need?

I was introduced to the Vikings when Randy Moss was a rookie there. He was an awesome wide receiver. He started to get on my nerves when I learned of all the crazy stuff he would say and do. I eventually stopped rooting for the Vikings.

After a while, my brother-in-law told my about his cousin Peyton.

“Who is Peyton Manning?” I asked.

I was soon hooked. I watched as many Colts games as I could without subscribing to ESPN or whatever. When Peyton went to the Denver, I became a Broncos fan. :)

Now, any team that can beat the Patriots is my team.Go Eagles!

Dirt Hill

There was an undeveloped block just north of my childhood home. Roughly in the center of this field was a giant hill of dirt which we affectionately called the Dirt Hill. We rode our bikes all over it in  the summer and slid on the ice and snow in the winter.

One year some wealthy developer burrowed his way in and destroyed the hill. It must have been a sad day for some kids, but I think I was growing up and found other things to do.

When people tell me they work on the Hill, I often think of the Dirt Hill for some reason. What a fun job!

History is everywhere

When we first got cable, around the time when I was in high school, I recall that most everyone in the family thought the History Channel was never going to be watched. It did not take long before I noticed it had become quite popular. They do a great job making history interesting.

I have had several conversations with a friend who seems very adamant against visiting historical sites and what not. She said they were not accurate. How could she gauge that if she wasn’t there herself I wondered.

People have faulty memories and to prove her point my friend asked what I did seven weeks ago. I responded that if I kept a journal I could look it up. Later I thought about other sources that could jog my memory or help piece together what happened on the day in question: other people’s accounts, news articles, photos from the day, my location recorded by my phone, etc.

I would not call myself a history buff, but I do enjoy a good history lesson of sorts. I admit there are descepinsees in a few stories I have heard over the years but it’s not my job to iron it all out. Besides, there is more history to learn from.