It’s Superbowl Sunday and it is the Green Bay Packers vs. the Pittsburgh Steelers. I have to admit I don’t follow sports very closely but I grew up in a devoted Packer household. I know my Mom and Dad are very happy wherever they are that their Pack made it to the big game. My mom planned Sunday dinners around halftime of the Packer games and if we hadn’t finished by the time halftime was over, the TV got turned to the dining room so we could watch the game. I remember when we took a pilgrimage to Lambeau field on a family vacation. I remember going to Packer games with my family and my relatives who lived in Milwaukee. My mother especially was a vocal and enthusiastic fan. Even as she aged and became infirm if there was a Packer game, it was on her television or radio. So I knew when the Pack made it to the Superbowl that somewhere Mom was dressing in Green and Gold (figuratively of course!) and getting ready to root for her team.
Occasionally I fill in for my friend Karen Maleck-Whiteley as a columnist for the Santa Clarita Signal. Last week I wrote an article about how important it is to be your own cheerleader. In it is an homage to the type of sports fans my parents were and what they taught me. Check it out and let me know what you think.