SuperBUST

How anticlimactic was SuperBowl XLV?
(I don't think it's any coincidence that it says 'Cope' and 'terrible' on a towel for the Super Bowl.)

So much so that people were willing to pay $200 to stand outside the stadium in 40 degree Dallas weather and watch the game being projected on a white tarp. If that’s not good, wholesome family-fun then I don’t know what is.

The game itself was in hand from the get-go. The early Ben Roethlisberger pick-6 sealed the deal, and an insignificant late run by the Steelers was hardly enough to make it a game. The Green Bay Packers were the better team, the best team all year, and showed it with their talent, depth and precision. It just didn’t have the feel of smash-mouth game that should have resulted from such good defenses coming together.

The commercials were also weaker than a Circus strongman. Way too much money, and way too much research went into them. They outdid themselves, and by ‘outdid’ I mean couldn’t put a memorable or funny ad together for the life of them.

The NFL Championship game doesn’t have to be Super to be called a SuperBowl… this year proved that.

[They didn't even say I'm going to Disneyland.... tradition?]

Lambeau Leap... of Faith

Fairy tale stories usually don’t start with a light cover of ice.

But as the Dallas/Fort Worth area shut down on account of freezing temperatures (Did I mention it’s -8 degrees here in Boulder now, and I still have to go to school?) this seems to be what it happening.

The Packers are the Darlings of the Midwest. Aaron Rodgers will step out of Brett Favre’s shadow and and Bart Starr will gladly make a spot in Lambeau lore for #12. Mike McCarthy will bring in the ghost of The Minister of Sack, Reggie White, to give the pregame sermon to put the Cheeseheads in the right mindset. And the Black Eyed Peas will sing a 12-minute ode to Clay Matthew’s hair at half time.

I was getting sick, so I had to stop.

Green Bay thinks it’s their destiny to win this game, and they are wrong. Showing up, and, evening playing well does not guarantee them a victory.

Clay Matthews looks more like Wendy Peffercorn than an All-Pro linebacker. (Yet, both pack a punch.) Aaron Rodgers waited in the green room on Draft Day, he waited behind Brett Favre for his turn, and now it’s his chance to kick back, grab a magazine and relax because the Football Gods are not ready to see him yet.

And fairy tales rarely end the way most people see fit. Just saying.