Bengals losing is the norm, but they put up a great game

Prior to Sunday night the last time the Cincinnati Bengals were in the Super Bowl was January of 1989. Coincidentally this was the last one I didn’t see; my decades-long sports obsession began later that spring.

Most of the players in last night’s game hadn’t been born when the 49ers beat the Bengals in Super Bowl XXIII. I was six, and as I’ve been fond of telling my students the past two weeks, the Bengals haven’t been good since Ronald Reagan was in office.

Yeah, blank stares. I might as well have said Abe Lincoln.

I wish they’d done it last night, but at least the victors this year had their admirable qualities as well. I’ve got nothing against the Rams, whether housed in LA or St. Louis, or led by Matt Stafford, Kurt Warner, or Warren Beatty.

A great game from a great host city and I’ll admit a great halftime show too. The commercials were mostly silly, but hey, life’s too short to complain about bad commercials.

I might put that one on a bumper sticker.

Meet Me in Las Vegas

The Olympics, the Pro Bowl, and the NHL’s All-Star weekend.

That was the weekend, and I expected this to be the order of popularity.

First, the world’s oldest sporting contest and most celebrated spectacle in all of human competition.

And two events from Vegas.

The winner?

Hands down the NHL, embracing Vegas in its skills contests, and basically thumbing its nose (again) at the Olympics its players have eschewed.

That’s like some social media-level dissing right there.

Wow.

Vegas style.

Kudos, NHL!

What’s in a name?

‎About a year ago my local high school changed its school nickname from a politically-incorrect Civil War reference to the more generic “Captains.”

This week my local NFL team changed its politically-incorrect nickname (well, the one they had before they had no nickname) to the generic “Commanders.”

I’m pretty sure the local community college will be renamed something like the Chief Petty Officers any day now.