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So, was the six-thirty kick-off at the Big Game an acknowledgment that KC being generally halfway to the Pacific and the Niners perched right above it the reason we saw bookends of the game? Staying awake was an issue we thought we could deal with as the damp gray afternoon wound its way toward darkness. There were some half-hearted snacks, not for lack of enthusiasm but because there was something about dinner in the mix somehow. Along with a couple cocktails, which is subject for another issue of The Daily.

Splash suggested we relax for the game to improve our chances of actually seeing it. Instead, we wound up with something that resembled bookends- first and last in clear definition and the middle lost in literary fog like the clouds outside. Taylor was rumored to make a political announcement as a sort of replacement for the hundred million-odd fans not asleep instead of the Chief Executive.

We are not sure that is an accurate summary, but were determined to at least make it to halftime and see what the entertainment promised.

Instead, some of us woke to discover that the game was in Over Time and the Niners were in the process of turning it over to the Chiefs. They promptly drove downfield and scored, which apparently meant some sudden death aspect to the unusual extra time on the clock. The Chiefs pulled it out, and now have one three of the last five of these things.

We are likely to be sleeping through a few Big Games in the future, unless an East Coast team makes it into the game. We have lost a little excitement for our local franchise team here in DC. If we are lucky, anyway. Some of the coverage this morning mentioned that two of the teams that have never appeared in the SB include Cleveland and Detroit.

Some of us grew up with the Lions, once a mighty machine, when they occasionally played the hapless Cleveland Browns for the NFL championship. Of course was only one league, not two, when dinosaurs roamed the belt that had not yet rusted. In modern times, our team here in Washington has lost its real name and now calls itself something else. We read that the old logo- the one discarded due to claims of inappropriate racial approbation- was actually something the Blackfeet Tribe was mostly proud of.

“Walter ‘Blackie’ Wetzel, a tribal leader, designed the Redskins logo in 1972. He was inspired by Chief Two Guns White Calf. We had hoped they might re-christen the franchise as “The Two Guns” or even the “White Cattle,” but you can see either one would hit some of the hot buttons in local politics.

They tell us that Chief Two Guns was the last Chief of the Blackfeet, and we would be inclined to accept that, but unfortunately the name is already in use. At least they are champions with a name we can’t use back here. We hope to watch the whole game, including the part between the bookends. Maybe next year!

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