this chart.) So I tended to like the Packers, and NY Jets from that rogue AFL, but didn't watch a lot of football because my father only watched the Vikings, and you couldn't be in the room really, if you didn't support his team. He was an ardent fan.
So I sought other pursuits. I played with little plastic men and recreated scenes of war and mayhem. Lego building was awesome. And I listened to the radio late at night when I couldn't sleep, which was often. Sometimes I'd catch games of strange and exciting nature. That game was called hockey. But it wasn't until I had my own room in 1978, when we moved to a rural town that was high upon a series of hills, that the radio listening truly was possible. The signal was amazing, and I listened to games from the baseball Twins who I adored now, and from Montreal, and Quebec, and Winnipeg, and other places I can't really remember. The games in French from Canada were still quite exciting. You could follow the action from the sound of the announcer's voice, and you could hear the names as they skated across the ice. I had begun to follow teams in the sports pages too. Minnesota North Stars were great, if disappointing. The Winnipeg Jets were exciting, because they came from that "rogue" hockey league, as some called the WHA. And I loved the Nordiques, with their French announcers and excitable crowds.