I know way too much about Lombardi's Packers for never having been there for their glory, or for that matter, not even having been born yet.
I know a ton about Milwaukee Brewers players and teams that I never watched. My favorite all time Milwaukee Brewers bubble gum Card is of a guy I never got a chance to see play, The Boomer, George Scott. I remember seeing another kid on the schoolyard who had it in his stack of gems and being jealous as hell. He would accept no trade offers for it..
It would be years before I was able to get it.
I have too much working knowledge of recording artists that were before my time or before I discovered the power chord and Blue Oyster Cult.
I know who it was that starred in and the release years of flicks that came out when my parents were kids.
TV Guide, Reading the backs of Baseball & Football cards, (yes, kids, there once was more to them than air-tight sealing, prospecting, grading and getting maximum value for them!!) borrowed library books on film history devoured as a kid, and too much time spent reading (and absorbing) the backs of album covers.
I still remember before the days of cable and non-stop ESPN media-blasting, being shocked by reading on the back of Frank Taveras' 1982 Topps card that the dude somehow stole 71 bases in a season?
Or that Bill Kenney passed for over 4000 yards for Kansas City once!
Really? To Who?
Did you know (back of a Dokken album cover) that Juan Croucier played for Don's boys before Ratt?
Was there a trade worked out there?
It's amazing where all that clutter came from, let alone that I remember learning it.
Hope I have some GB left....
Anyway, there's some comfort drawn from that old stuff from which I gleaned my knowledge. A simpler time, indeed. Information gleaned from hard work, microfiche, a library card, and memory instead of a lightning fast Google search. Old dusty cardboard baseball cards and comic book pages that yellow with time, not the high gloss, freaky bright stock that blasts at you today. Giant lyric sheets and musician rosters that were readable without needing to squint to see on the opposite side of some pretty dynamic (or cheesy, better yet) artwork on the front of an album cover as opposed as to the less tactile jewel case and inlay card of a CD.
Or worse, in all cases, just a computer download you never actually prove exists other than a e-receipt and a cold icon on desktop or mobile device.
As I'll point out in a future somewhat related post, are we moving too far too fast? Technology for even life's minutiae has grown far more in my lifetime, or even last 30 years, than it did in the previous 70. There's something scary and impersonal in that.
I like where my trivia came from.