Yesterday was Super Bowl Sunday, and I left early for our daughter’s house to watch the big game with her. Saturday night was also consumed by TV as I watched the NFL Honors program for the first time ever. I wanted to see Troy Polamalu on-stage as part of the 2020 Class in the NFL Hall of Fame. We love Troy. We miss Troy. I’ll stop here, lest this lead to commentary on the NFL Honors, which might be the only award show that could learn something from the Golden Globes or your local high school Senior Honors Night.
This was the first time in over a dozen years that I wasn’t packing and charging devices on Saturday night and flying to Florida on Super Bowl Sunday. The company I worked for always started their Annual Meeting with a Super Bowl Party. It was nice, but you couldn’t escape the fact that it was a business affair. Except for the two years that Faith flew to Florida with me, last night’s game was the first Super Bowl since 2005 that I’ve seen with family, the first time when I could say what I felt like saying without worrying about offending someone and the first time I ate the food I want to eat instead of food arranged by a chef – you’d swear it was beneath the guy to serve a bowl of nachos, and trust me, hot dogs should not be served on Ciabatta rolls. We only actually had hot dogs once, when Philadelphia was in the Super Bowl. A Board Member from Philly said we had to serve them – he didn’t like the rolls either.
Normally, the food was a buffet with roast beef, turkey, 400 salads, and a let-some-guy-fry-up-a-bunch-of-pasta-and-stuff bar. All good food, but it never felt like football. This was also the first year I wasn’t the AV guy or the interface to the hotel’s AV service. Faith was on the hook for the broadcast.
My plan for today’s post was to introduce you to The Connecticut Historical Society Museum and Library. I visited this museum on Friday to see a mapmaking exhibit. I am fascinated by maps and by mapmaking in the days before satellites, GPS and computers. Men on the ground, following rivers and ridge lines and taking as precise measurements as they were able with the tools of the era – tools of the era, by the way, included chains for measuring distance. The only surviving use of this technique is in NFL football, but I digress.
I was hoping to find a map from around the time before the Revolutionary War, when the “western territory” of the United States barely extended west of the Great Lakes, and when a large chunk of that territory had been ceded to the Connecticut Colony by King Charles. After the Revolutionary War, Connecticut ceded much of that land to the Federal Government which then established Ohio, but Connecticut retained its claim on the “Western Reserve,” an area just south of Lake Erie, in which my family used to vacation. In fact, Case Western Reserve University takes its name from Connecticut’s Western Reserve. They almost had me as a student. I decided against going there since it was a co-op program and would have required a minimum of five years to get the degree in chemistry I never used. Wow, my train of thought seems easily derailed today. I should have saved this for Linda’s SoCS.
Anyway, here we are on Sunday, and all I have to share are these few thoughts, a couple of images from the weekend and a silent wish that last night’s game was worth watching. In this case, I followed my dad’s rule for rooting during the playoffs. He said you have to root for your team first, then your division, then your conference. I’ve broken this rule when certain AFC teams from Ohio, Maryland and Massachusetts have been playing, but I can root for the Chiefs.