Film is forever.
All materials are copyrighted by their individual owners. I vaguely remember my Cowboys thrashing the Bills, and handing them their third straight Super Bowl loss in the process, but I mostly remember watching the inside of my eyelids thanks to the sleep-deprivation coma I landed in around kickoff. Until this year, that is. This weekend's game could seriously be a 9-6 field goal battle. 28 years ago I was six, and George Walker Bush, the 43rd President of these United States, was a party-machine of 26, staring down the barrel at fourteen solid years of wreckless boozing while he ran Daddy's company's into the ground.