As published in The County Times (countytimes.somd.com)
By Ronald N. Guy Jr.
If a Super Bowl article will be published the week
after the game, it must discuss the game’s results; to write said article
before the game is even played, is pure lunacy – don’t be a lunatic.
This is certainly a commandment of sports journalism,
right? It is etched on a stone tablet
somewhere, likely chiseled in unison by Shirley Povich, Grantland Rice and
Frank DeFord. Michael Wilbon probably
has the scrolled rule displayed in a shadowbox in his writing room. John Feinstein doesn’t seem like the tattoo type,
but if he got inked, a script tattoo of this rule on his forearm could be the
choice. Hey, there are worse decisions
that can made - like renaming a football team the Commanders. Sheesh…
The rule makes sense.
Who would read a post-Super Bowl article that isn’t about the biggest
game on the planet? The gamble is at
least someone. And so far, that someone
is you! Gracias.
After inadequate consideration, I’m breaking the
rule. It is more a suggestion. Guidance.
Admittedly, this approach has led to trouble at times in my life, but this
seems like a safe space. So away we go,
for good or ill, as Hunter S. Thompson would say.
The bet, assuming you didn’t actually bet, is very few
readers had an emotional investment in the game’s outcome. Neither team even registers on the Tom Brady
Hate-able scale. And there just aren’t
that many fans of the Los Angeles Rams or Cincinnati Bengals in this area. Despite a massive inventory of sports fans, I
know exactly one for each team. Not an
adopt a Joe Burrow or I love the Rams’ new uniform fans. Real ones.
My Bengals fan remembers Kenny Anderson and Chris Collinsworth – the
player, not the announcer. The Rams dude
owns a Roman Gabriel jersey. Does that
validate their fan-cred? Thought
so.
It’s one of those Super Bowls that was just
entertainment; the result really didn’t matter to most. The participants’ stories always matter,
though - and there were many.
Two years ago, Burrow, poor soul it seemed, was about
to be drafted by the 2-14 Bengals. One
year ago, he was rehabbing an awful knee injury that threatened his 2021
season.
Calvin Johnson failed.
Even Barry Sanders failed. And for
12 difficult seasons, QB Matthew Stafford failed to lift the Detroit Lions out
of NFL purgatory. A trade to the Rams
last offseason wasn’t just a second chance.
It was a rescue.
Odell Beckman Jr. found his career adrift earlier this
season after a series of injuries and a failed tenure in Cleveland resulted in
his release. He was signed by the Rams
in November – a career resuscitation.
Well…maybe. That knee again. Ouch.
Rams head coach Sean McVay, one-time tight ends coach
in Washington, escaped the evil, career-crushing clutches of Dan Snyder for
sunny southern Cali and the in-it-to-win-it Rams.
Ja’Marr Chase ignored all theories and excuses regarding
rookie wide receiver struggles in the NFL and just took over.
Cooper Kupp went from non-descript Eastern Washington
University to a third round draft pick, to blowing out his knee in his second
season (2018), to this year, where he produced perhaps the greatest single
season by a wide receiver in NFL history.
Joe Mixon, after an ugly assault of a young woman in
2014, was given a second chance by the Bengals and has seemingly rehabilitated
himself as a person.
Rams RB Cam Akers blew out his Achilles in July,
dismissed the normal recovery timeline and fought his way back for the team’s playoff
run.
And then there is former Bengals and current Rams
tackle Andrew Whitworth. Age? Just a number. The dude is starting at left tackle in the
Super Bowl at age 40. He is also the
reigning Walter Payton Man of the Year.
Forget the commercials and star-studded halftime
show. Forget the game itself. It’s impossible not to read that scroll of
stories - the good fortune, the dedication, the obstacles overcome, the
typecasts ignored, the prioritization of others – to see the relevance to
everyday life, and to feel anything but inspired.
Super Bowl LVI was super indeed.
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