Maybe it’s my age, 36, but whenever I grow nostalgic over sports these days, it’s the 1970s to which I return. The decade I got my driver’s license, got paid, turned 18, and decided that I knew everything there was to know. By the time I turned 30, I realized I really didn’t know jack. About anything. Bummer.The 1960s I remember. But it’s the 1970s I remember with the most nostalgic fondness because that decade included my teen years and my early 20s when life truly was a blast and I really had no baggage yet to carry around.I was ...