Well, its Super Bowl Sunday. I'm sitting around with Jeff Muir, and we just realized that exactly one year ago we were camping out in a recreation tent in Camp Fallujah at 3 am waiting for last year's Super Bowl to start. Seems like ages ago. Needless to say, I will appreciate all the chips and salsa and occasional cold beer this year much more than in years past after seeing how miserable I was watching the last one.
That being said, I guess I'm going for the Patriots today. Not because I like them, because if there were any way that both teams could catastrophically lose, I'd take that route. Instead it is because I think Eli Manning should get put over his daddy's knee and spanked more than he should win a Super Bowl ring. This has nothing to do with him outplaying Brett Favre two weeks ago either by the way.