I am a Super Bowl junkie and have memorized every Super Bowl and the story behind both teams. This game means everything to me. Its one of the only days I am willing to tell my employer I am not available regardless of pay or my employment status. Amon-Ra St Brown has a podcast where they ask each guest what is the first Super Bowl that they can remember. There are different interpretations of this question. They leave it open to the first Super Bowl you can “remember” as in you were runing around in diapers and had no clue what was going on. But you knew something was different that day. But they also leave it open to the interpretation of which Super Bowl did you actually watch and appreciate for what it is.
For me the first Super Bowl Sunday that I actually knew was a special event was 49ers vs Bengals for the 88 season. I have zero recollection of the prior Super Bowls other than documentaries years later. The following year was the first time I remember watching a full Super Bowl start to finish, and falling in love with football. That was 49ers vs Broncos.
If you can’t tell, the 49ers were the easy bandwagon team of my formative years, but I didn’t take that path. What about you guys? Clearly you didn’t become 49er fans. But what is your personal Super Bowl story?
The earliest one I really remember is 1982 49ers-Bengals, the Super Bowl after “the catch.” I was very young but my dad was a football junkie and wanted me and my brother to be too so he forced it on us from an early age. I remember Cris Collingsworth having a good game, but another Cincy WR was actually better. Was rooting hard for them cause I liked their helmets lol.
Being a Pontiac kid and able to see the top of the dome on certain days, my first real interest in the Superbowl was SB XVI.
I didn’t really care about the game until SB XX, the 85 Bears team vs the Pats. First SB I watched beginning to end. I’ve been hooked on football since that 85 season.
I still feel like the NFL season ended 2 weeks ago and am making no plans to watch this weekend.
Meh.
I’m a Lions fan. Not an NFL fan.
I’ve seen too many Dallas type screw jobs.
Don’t care.
More of a High School Basketball fan at this time of year. My grandson is playing, these days.
I distinctly remember in 1992 rooting for the Buffalo Bills in Super Bowl XXVII. I was 11. And … by the time the fourth quarter rolled around, I had fished a Dallas Cowboys hat out of the back of my closet and was pulling hard for the Cowboys. I remember being thrilled they won and believing, in quite the moment of naivete, as though I was a part of the “America’s Team” culture.
Thank the Dear Lord that didn’t last between the end of that game and the following day.
