Super Bowl V: The first Super Bowl I can remember watching on TV. I was 7. We watched all big football games in the basement rec room of my Dad's work buddy. There were fish tanks. The game was boring.
Super Bowl VI: The first Super Bowl that interested me. I was 8. Roger Staubach scrambling became my template for what football should be, and what quarterbacking should be. Still is.
Super Bowl VII: Dolphins kicker Garo Yepremian's ill-fated improvised pass that wound up being intercepted and returned for a touchdown became the first hint that something silly could happen in a big football game.
Super Bowl X: The first Super Bowl that hinted that Super Bowls could be epic. Lynn Swann's play led a Steelers comeback and broke the heart of a young football fan who didn't know better than to care about the Cowboys.
Super Bowl XXIV: This was the first Super Bowl I covered. A young sportswriter in New Orleans, covering people like Montana and Elway? The week was better than the game. Pro tip: If you've eaten a lot of jambalaya and imbibed a bit, don't eat the mint on the hotel pillow. There were ramifications.
Super Bowl XXV: The second Super Bowl I covered. The previous year I had hung out with former Cowboy Everson Walls in New Orleans. He was looking for a job. The veteran cornerback ended up signing with Bill Parcells and the Giants and Walls helped Jeff Hostetler and Parcells pull off one of the greatest upsets in Super Bowl history, 20-19 over the Bills. I actually picked the Giants to win by one. Which should have been wrong, but apparently sometimes NFL kickers miss makable field goals at the end of games.
Super Bowl XXVI: The third Super Bowl I covered was played at the Metrodome. I spent a couple of weeks following Washington and legendary coach Joe Gibbs, who won his third Super Bowl in Minnesota. One day a reporter asked him why he still slept in his office. Gibbs pretended he didn't. The reporter then asked why Gibbs' car was the only one in the parking lot still under snow. Gibbs: "Ya got me.'' My fellow football writers raved about Minnesota hospitality.
Super Bowl XXVII: My first trip to the Rose Bowl. I had covered Dave Wannstedt as Cowboys defensive coordinator, and I bumped into him with a bunch of Dallas writers at a hotel bar during the week. The conversation was off the record, but he left little doubt his team would win in a rout. Final: Dallas 52, Buffalo 17. The Rose Bowl, in the late-afternoon California sun, looked like a painting.