I almost lost my life today by angering a co-worker with a keen sports sense. There was some heated debate over who was going to win the Super Bowl this Sunday. Heated because some Long-Time, Die Hard, Chicago-Dwellers were rooting for their Bears and the gentlemen with the keen sense of the game assured them they were just dreaming.

As proof, or back up or whatever reason possessed him, he turned to me for my opinion of who would win.

I had to concede I did not know the other team. You know the other NFL Team playing in the Super Bowl! The grand daddy of American Mediasport events!

I knew that Prince was playing the half time show!

This confused and therefore angered the sports expert. He assume I was trying to dodge the question with this impossibly lame stunt! I was not.

He then pointed out that I had heard the other team's name mentioned in the conversation. In fact I had made a comment earlier in the week that another co-worker and former Maryland dweller would probably root for this team out of habit, though he was still upset by their move from Baltimore.

The other team is the Indianapolis Colts.

In one of many attempt to engender my sport sense I had a Baltimore Colts comforter on my bed as a child. I remember Baltimore because it was not far from my Eastern Pennsylvania home. I remember the Colts. Mostly because I had to ask my mother, "What is a colt?" I knew it was related to horses because there was a prominent horseshoe on the helmet. She explained it.