I hesitate to tell this story because I am certain nobody’s going to believe it. But it happened. In 1974 I was a college freshman, and I had this part-time job at the local newspaper in Port Arthur, Texas. I worked in the sports department, writing copy (three paragraphs on volleyball, a couple of grafs every now and then on a pro wrestling card, etc.) and working weekends. The Minnesota Vikings had earned a spot in the Super Bowl against the formidable Miami Dolphins and the game was set for Houston’s Rice Stadium.