Every spring, the NFL performs its little theatre of hope, and I perform my part with great dignity and no measurable restraint. The Green Bay Packers draft someone promising, sign someone intriguing, or merely produce a training-camp clip of mild beauty, and I enter the WhatsApp group with the only reasonable conclusion: Super Bowl. It is not delusion. The trophy is named after Vince Lombardi. We are simply asking for the family silver to be returned.