WHAT A CATCH!!!! History of the Super Bowl Part 6
What came after the Steelers' first championship in 74 was indicative of something.
The AFC was noticably better then the NFC in EVERY SINGLE WAY.
The AFC had mo better hitters, mo better runners, mo better quarterbacks.
As it's now been ten years since the story began, let's see how this seed became a venus flytrap that ate all the other plants.
With the merger in 66, the AFL would get to draft from the same pool of players as the NFL.
It would three years to the date almost...for the AFL to produce a better team.
Four years in, they produce one that's even MORE dominant.
Then they brought in three NFL teams, officially mixing everybody up and calling them the AFC.
By year 6, Lamar Hunt's federation was strong enough to begin drafting players in 1970 and have them in the Superbowl by 1971.
By year 7, one of his teams...concieved from his Video Archives days with Roger Avery...would be the first ever to go UNDEFEATED.
And by year 9, another one of his teams...would win the whole show with Rex Grossman.
The AFC arguably had help because of all the benefits given to the shittiest of every pro league. You take a whole bunch of number picks, you'll get yourself a great team by year 6.
Yet the NFL had very seriously been schooled in DRAMATIC fashion once Vince Lombardi left.
And thus they would turn Roger Staubach, the symbol of the American heartland, into the Prince of Poon.
The NFL would notice that Dallas had a particularly nice way of dressing their cheerleaders.
So the cameras were always on them.
The selling of the Dallas Cowboys would be stolen later by Karl Rove, as a way for George Bush Jr., a privileged Connecticut industrialist, to win popularity in the South.
Connecting the South with cowboys works.
For even the biggest liberal Bostonian -- has to admit that there's a lot of cool shit that comes out of Texas.
I want to go to Texas.
Those people seem neat to me somehow.
I want to film a movie in Florida, and then another one in Texas.
Wanna know a movie that was made in Dallas? RoboCop (1987).
That's right -- our favorite tale from Bible camp.
Dallas, Texas would become the center of the sportsworld's hype...in an attempt for the establishment to remind the world that they were the studs.
The Super Bowl, throughout the 70s, became America's Civil War.
It was now a political statement.
Dallas vs. any one of those weirdos.
Earlier on it had been counted on to make BALTIMORE the NFL's Larry Bird.
That worked out grand. PWWWWWWWW.
And now it was Dallas.
And Super Bowl X thus...features the only returning world champion in history...to be virtually ignored throughout the proceedings.
The Steelers must have felt like Al Gore.
Their image was one of a poor, hardworking dude with gigantic hairy muscles and cuts everywhere.
Their image celebrated the working man. And they were a wonderful team.
And the game would turn out to be very similar to the 2000 election. It was close, debatable, and the losers still swear to this day that they won.
Dallas had two players who would show off throughout the first half -- Tony Dorsett and Drew Pearson.
McHale and Parish.
For yes, to understand the way the NFL felt about it's Cowboys...is to understand the way Boston, even the worst element, felt about Larry Bird.
It was more then Zipping Fast Jedis On Broomsticks vs. The Scary Woods.
Lakers vs. Celtics...was stereotypical black vs. stereotypical white.
This was Steelers/Cowboys.
The Steelers were the "black" team.
The Cowboys were "white".
Sure they could have black dudes running and showing off and scoring and kicking ass all they wanted, for Dorsett and Pearson...were clearly workhorses.
Meanwhile the equal opportunity Steelers were showing the world why they were the Worthy and Magic and Michael Cooper of football.
Oh man is Superbowl X a fun game to watch on NFL Classic.
HIGH-LIGHTS BABY!!! HI-LITES!!!!!
Terry Bradshaw would avenge his image, and show us all just how much things can change in a year.
His receivers would catch brilliant diving alley-oops with one hand SHOWTIME!!!!!!
This time, Bradshaw's errors were all the result of his recievers being covered too well. Time and time again, his 50 yard bombs would always end up caught IN STRIDE, DIRECTLY into John Stallworth and Rocky Blier's hands.
Someone on the Cowboys would simply bat it out of said hands.
Like Hank Hill says -- "All the quarterback can do is get it there."
Yet I leave out a very important player in this.
He's now the guy who commentates alot of college football games on the sideline for ABC.
When you see this nice old man...always remember to suck the area of the TV around his crotch area please.
For this man made us wide recievers very proud once when we were kids.
To even have the attributes where it was POSSIBLE to be SORT of like this guy...was an honor.
This man...was Lynn Swann.
The absolutely most dynamic and exciting athlete the NFL has ever ever EVER seen.
Jerry Rice didn't make Joe Montana a star. He made Joe Montana's star...last longer.
Lynn Swann made Terry Bradshaw.
He would have surely made Joe Gilliam.
Lynn Swann could do anything.
In Super Bowl X, he would win the MVP award with nearly 200 passing yards on
Lynn Swann was the king, and his touchdown on an 80 yard bomb...in stride from Bradshaw...would put them up by 4 in the 4th.
And the Steel Curtain handled the rest.
Larry Bird at least would have won at this point in his own rivalries.
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