ma humps

yes, it was the O-line that threw the interception to Tracy Porter.

never have i been so happy for people i don't know

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???

this should be the last SuperBowl i'll be watching ...

... in my 6-year old, 27-inch, past-its-warranty, already-has-a-humming-sound, non-HDTV.


the foolish prediction: Arizona 24, Pittsburgh 20

red tide

congratulations, Kurt Warner, God's Quarterback, for getting to your 3rd SuperBowl!

now, c'mon Steelers, git yo ass over here!