Forty years ago, on January 16, 1972, I was born during the third quarter of Super Bowl VI. The Dallas Cowboys won their first Super Bowl when they defeated the Miami Dolphins 24-3.
For weeks, My dad instructed my mother that they would not be going anywhere on Super Bowl Sunday, they would stay at home, watch the game, and eat snacks. Little did he, or the doctor, know that I had much bigger plans for them both. They tried not to let such a little thing as a baby being born get in the way so they had the game “patched” in to the delivery room over a speaker. At one point, I am told, the doctor asked my mom to “keep it down” because she was interrupting his game. What nerve she had being so rude!
Once again, I had my own plan and I was born. While my parents tried to pick out a name for me I actually enjoyed being called Dallas or Miss Dallas by the nurses and staff for the first few hours of life. Can you imagine what I would be like had my mom not decided to name me after the little girl that she babysat. Party girl? Sassy girl? Who knows!
Today, some 40 years later, we are off to Super Bowl XLVI (46). And just like that January day so many years ago at a military hospital in Clovis, New Mexico, I am still not that interested in the game. I have my own plans. Call me what you like, I’ll be there for the fun and the food!
Our host is smoking a brisket and other meats. And we are bringing cupcakes, lollipops, and soft pretzels with horseradish mustard. Sounds yummy to me!