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Going Emily Post-al

01/24/2014 11:33 am 11:33:22 | Updated Mar 26, 2014

The pinnacle of my sports involvement was cheerleading in 1965. Wearing an adorably short skirt and coordinating undies, I executed a perfect cartwheel at home runs, free throw wins and touchdowns. That was it, until 10 years later when I married a sports nut and soon after was Mama to two boys.

As cheerleader to a Testosterone Trio, I gave it a good go until intolerably bored, I could no longer. My heart was in shoe sales, not sporting events.

For the decades I endured their sports' interests, I inexplicably read the Denver Post's sports page, gleaning scant knowledge of Colorado's teams, the Rockies and Broncos. Truth be told, that I cared not a whit for baseball, I never turned down the invitation to drive to Arizona for Rockies' spring training, and the opportunity to tan my legs in March.

Given my sports ennui, it's ironic that one of my favorite television shows is Real Sports. The vignettes are well prepared by a stable of talented reporters and always intrigue and always entertain. But for Bryant Gumbel, the supercilious host, the show is perfect.

Bryant's hauteur was in especially high gear during last Sunday's final commentary, a time slot reserved for his exclusive pontificating. With barely controlled eye-rolling, he admonished fans headed to his 'hood for the Super Bowl to spend as little time as possible in Manhattan, leave their colorful team clothing home, and to not wear out a welcome thin as ice. I, who cannot name a Bronco player, was instantly incensed at his snark. How dare he be offended by a tsunami of bright orange and blue. His attempt to instruct Colorado folk on the etiquette of visiting New York City had me going Emily Post-al.

For a short space of time, yes, the thousands expected will inconvenient, overcrowding sidewalks, transportation and eateries. But while in your city, Bryant, they and their fat wallets will be having fun, immeasurably enjoying a well-earned rivalry by two stellar sports teams, and for just a smidge, forgetful of health care woes, foreign circumstances, the daily grind.

Let me apologize in advance for all Bronco fans, and especially those at the big game, for what is certain to be a lapse of their good manners. Because celebrating a Super Bowl win is no time to mind one's Ps and Qs.