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February 06, 2007
Finally, somebody to blame
You all know I'm a superstitious kinda guy. Yes, I know it's all probably bunch of baloney, but I don't like to tempt fate. Never have, never will. As soon as I assume something good is going to happen, wham, fate kicks me in the behind. So you can imagine how annoyed I was when I read the fascinating NY Times article about the fate of the "Super Bowl Champion" t-shirts that bear the name of the losing team and learned this nugget of information:
The Bills, losers of four consecutive Super Bowls in the 1990s, at least have a following in Romania. Some of their Super Bowl champions T-shirts were relegated to a trash heap in Tampa, Fla.
In the final seconds of the 1991 Super Bowl at Tampa Stadium, Buffalo place-kicker Scott Norwood lined up for a potential 47-yard game-winning field goal against the Giants. Eddie White, a Reebok vice president, ran onto the field with an armful of Bills championship shirts.
He had to position himself to get a shirt to Buffalo’s best players after the field goal was converted. But Norwood’s kick drifted right, and Mr. White did a 180-degree turn, sprinting from the field and tossing the shirts in the closest trash bin.
He talked about such moments as if he were a coach deconstructing a memorable fourth-down play. “We need to have a game plan just like the teams do,” he said.
Way to go, Einstein! The football gods saw you down there with the t-shirts, and CAUSED that field goal to go wide, thus ensuring decades of pain for all fans of the Buffalo Bills. How do you sleep at night?
entry no. 740
Posted by oz115 at February 6, 2007 08:56 PM