After my beloved Green Bay Packers fell out of the running for the Superbowl this year I can honestly say I lost interest in which teams are in it; but that won't keep me from watching the game on Sunday anyway. I have a special reason to watch this year. I learned to love professional football at home. Every Sunday afternoon during football season the entire family, Mom, Dad and my two brothers and I would sit down to watch Bart Starr, Paul Hornung, Forrest Gregg, Jerry Kramer and Ray Nitschke win games. (If you don't know those names there could be a couple of reasons: 1) you haven't paid that much attention to the Packers or 2) you just aren't as old as I am.) In fact for Superbowl II played in January 1968, my Dad bought a colour television so we could see the game in all its glory. I remember the Ice Bowl as it is lovingly referred to (the temperatures outside in Green Bay that Sunday were something like -15F or -21C sans the windchill an...
Getting it together one stitch at a time.