Well, well, well, you made it to Saturday one day away from the Super Bowl.

The Super Bowl I bring up why this is not traditionally a sports show, but your radio buddy,

Jimmy Fala, grew up, I got to tell you, in a big Super Bowl house.

When I was a kid for as far back as I can remember, the first Super Bowl party I can

remember specifically was the Raiders beating the Washington Redskins in 1983.

It was the year Marcus Allen won the Super Bowl.

I was in first grade in Mrs. Shamenti's class.

And I had bet my teacher, who was a Washington Redskins fan. I know you're not supposed to say that.

People get offended by the word Washington. But Mrs. Shamenti had bet me a plastic football helmet,

that if the Raiders won, she had to buy the whole class of plastic football helmet. Those helmets they used to sell in the gumball machines.

And if the Redskins won, I don't remember what it was.

I probably had to get her more booze for her flask.

But the point is the Raiders won, and I became a god in the first grade

because a little plastic helmet was major league currency on the social scene in the first grade.

So the Raiders got me a victory,

and my family had a huge party that day.

Marcus Allen, of course, the Super Bowl MVP,

at the time the longest run from scrimmage for the touchdown.

And it was the beginning of a love affair

between myself and the pomp and the majesty of the Super Bowl

that has never ever looked back.

But this year, this particular year personally on a selfish level, something really special

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