In 1986, I was an 8 year old double pigtail wearing little girl living in Indiana about four hours south of Chicago. I didn’t grow up in a sports family. I can’t remember my Dad watching sports on TV, but for some reason, during the 1985-1986 NFL season I became OBSESSED with the Chicago Bears. I had my own subscription to Sports Illustrated, and I cut out ever article, every picture, every anything that had to do with the Bears, or QB Jim McMahon. They were hung in my room where I read them over and over again. When the Bears made it to the Superbowl XX, I remember it like it was yesterday. My Dad brought me home a white sweatshirt with a cartoon drawing of “Refrigerator Perry” number 72 on it, and it said in big letters “Monsters of the Midway Chicago Bears”. I wore that sweatshirt and ate my popcorn and don’t even remember anything about the game, but I remember how much my parents did to make it a big deal for me. I also am very proud to say, that in 1986, I also knew every single word to “The Superbowl Shuffle”. Seriously… how many eight year old girls could brag about that one? Moral of the story, there will never be another Superbowl as special to me as the 1986 butt whippin’ of the Patriots. All of this leads me to point #2 of this post. Today is my Dad’s birthday! You know how a few days ago I posted my Birthday List that consisted of a new Ford Edge? Well, my comedian father sent me an email the next day with “Our new Car” in the subject line. Here is one of the photos he included…
That IS a new Ford Edge…. That ISN’T his new car.
He borrowed this car just to take pictures in it to mess with me.
Now you see where I get it from, this man will do ANYTHING for the laugh!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD GEEZER! I LOVE YOU!
How about those Giants? I’m not a Giant’s fan, but at least a Manning won the Superbowl!