When I was a younger mom, Super Bowl Sunday ranked right up there with Easter egg hunts and trick or treating. From the time they could figure out how to use the remote control on the TV set, my sons were all about football. Two of them, Matt and Dana, were 49er fans during the reign of Joe Montana and Jerry Rice. I took the boys to Seattle twice to see the ’Niners play the Seahawks. Montana was sidelined with injuries, but we saw Steve Young, Steve Bono and a young Elvis Grbac play.
My first twin Collin has always been a Miami Dolphins fan. From childhood through high school, Collin made his room a shrine to Dan Marino. Collin wore turquoise and orange T-shirts and jerseys with the number 13. As a young adult decked out in his NFL team jacket and Dolphins hat, Collin flew to Arizona and drove to Oakland several times to see Marino and the Dolphins play.
In January 1991, we moved into the best rental we ever had. It was on the Rogue River in Grants Pass. The home was vintage 1950s with flocked wallpaper and pink tiles in the bath. But the vast green rolling lawn that disappeared into a narrow beach was the perfect back yard for raising three boys, 13 and 8.