pigskin finale: SuperBowl XLIV

and here we are. the big game. the fried food. the beer. the ads. the humongous finish. before another long six months and the cycle starts all over again.

Colts vs Saints
conventional wisdom, supported by the numbers and just plain instinct as well, gives the advantage to Pey Pey and the Colts offensive machine to win their 2nd SuperBowl in 4 years. and really, there's not much argument against that. they're not playing in the Superdome. Pey Pey is akin to a robot, computing all scenarios and possibilities to win, and a stickler for preparation. of course, am not calling the Saints lazy. but facts are facts.

and that's why am going against convention and pick Dem Saints, primarily for Nawlins, and to wipe out the angst and hurt of the last 5 years and get that chip off their shoulder and rejoin the rest of world. and after that we won't have to treat them with kid gloves, and going to Bourbon Street would be a guilt-free experience once again.
stupid projection: Saints 37, Colts 34

one thing though: The Who? at halftime? yeah, we respect our elders but ... geez. what's next? the resurrected carcass of Frank Sinatra???

was it because of that cellphone stunt?

Saints on Joe Horn: who dat?

no you can't unleash him

Bill dropper

almost surprisingly, no mention of how he drops balls in recent years.

recession? what recession?

get T.O. too, why don't you, Dan Snyder?

Tom who?

i am able to watch Thursday Night Football on NFL Network, courtesy of ATDHE.net and my favorite football blog, KSK. not having NFL Network at all (who does???) on my basic cable, i'm a little disappointed with TNF. is this it? talking heads yakking most of the game especially during the Jets drives?? WTF??

at the close of the 3rd quarter, an 18 point Jet lead dwindled to 3. Matt Cassel is trying his damndest to make everyone forget Tom Brady.

wait, maybe this is one of those wrestling dramas - Cassell takes off his helmet (and mask) revealing ... Tom Brady!!!

update: tied at 24, 10 minutes to go. crap.

update 2: Meagan Good's boyfriend finally breaks through. finally! 3 minutes to go.

update 3: that was a nerve-wracking 1:41! dammit! overtime!

update 4: kick it dammit!!!!



YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

a better man than the rest

whoa! a Jake Plummer sighting.

huh?

uh, where else would he be working out? Gisele's bedroom? yeah, baby!!


next CNN news item: Brady gets hungry, drops by at Denny's.

the other pacman

we should have this bout, now that Pacman (the one who makes it rain with dollar bills) has been suspended indefinitely by the NFL.



no doubt they'll be arguing who's the real Pacman. a scrappy kababayan who speaks potentially-mangled English versus a new generation gangsta spouting street ebonics as only they could. it'll be hilarious.