The last time I watched the Super Bowl was January 22nd, 1989. I was still in grade school and our hometown team, the Cincinnati Bengals, went against the San Francisco 49ers for the second time. It was easily Cincinnati's best football team in the history of their franchise. 6 players went to the Pro Bowl, including James Brooks, one of the best running backs to ever play the game. They also had the best quarterback in the league in Boomer Esiason. At half time, these teams recorded the first ever halftime tie, 3 - 3. As can be predicted, the Bengals lost and haven't had a team worth a shit since.
In the end, Boomer Esiason is a prick who probably rarely signs autographs, I've had dinner with Chris Collinsworth at Mio's Pizzaria, and James Brooks is receiving inventory at my work. None of the previous statements are untrue, sadly. In short, I cared once, but the reality set in that if I'm going to make it in this world, I can't depend on the Cincinnati Bengals to get me there; I have to do it on my own.
