When I was growing up, we had a really crappy black and white television. Really. It was so bad that twice our house was broken into and twice the thieves left the television behind.
I remember sometimes a football game would be on, and I would watch the fuzzy screen and wonder how anyone could tell where the ball actually was at any given time.
Somehow I failed to become a fan.
I realized the other day just how much I don't pay attention to football when a team called the Texans was playing Kansas City on a big screen while we were having lunch at Culvers.
"The Texans?" I said. "What city are they in?"
"Houston," said Roger.
"Houston? Isn't that the Oilers?"
When I googled, I discovered the Oilers moved to Tennessee all the way back in 1999 and became the Titans. That's the same year Jack was born. He's almost 17.
I got sucked into following (though not actually watching) the playoffs this year because both the Patriots and the Panthers had a shot at making it to the Super Bowl and my Facebook feed was on fire!
The final four: the Patriots, the Broncos, the Panthers, the Cardinals. The Patriots didn't make it. Neither did the Cardinals.
"The Cardinals?" I thought. "Aren't they a baseball team?"
A little more googling.
"Ah, no. I'm confusing them with the Orioles."
I'll be rooting for the Panthers tomorrow. Hope they hit a lot of home runs!