Here’s the problem with the two weeks leading up to the Super Bowl, we forget what we know. We knew that New Orleans was really, really good, but 14 days of talking heads filling us with “Peyton Manning is a deity” talk gets a hold of your cognitive thinking skills and makes you forget what you already know.
I knew New Orleans was a scoring machine. I knew that the Saints’ defense was opportunistic. I knew that Pierre Thomas and those receivers were all playmakers, and that Drew Brees is a machine.
But the talking heads convinced me that this game wasn’t going to be close. I kept saying I was rooting for the Saints, but didn’t think they could win, because they had me convinced. Instead of going by what I knew, I went with what they told me to think.
I’m ashamed.
I’m also pretty freakin’ happy that the Saints got the job done. After falling behind 10-0, and let’s face it we were all worried about a blowout at that point, they dominated and outscored Indy 31-7 the rest of the way. It was pretty darn impressive.
Other Super Bowl thoughts
** The commercials weren’t very good. The Simpson’s Coke ad wasn’t bad, and Betty White and Abe Vigoda playing football was funny, but other than that they were a bore. The Green Police ad just scared me, thanks Audi.
** The game turned on the onside kick. Eagle One and I exchanged some texts during that part of the game and let’s just say that we are in agreement that Sean Payton has marbles.
*** I hate Peyton Manning. He cost me $100 in Super Bowl squares. If he had not thrown the TD with 36 seconds left in the first quarter, I win the first. If he had scored the meaningless TD at the end of the game, I win the fourth quarter. Thanks for nuttin’ Manning, glad you lost.
*** By the way, Manning is just 9-9 all-time in playoff games. It’s worth mentioning. Not exactly fear-inducing is it?
*** Kudos to Mrs. Maclone for the unreal spread. Spinach-cheese-bacon calzones, home made fried chicken, home doughnuts (we borrowed my mom’s fry-o-lator) and club soda/cranberry juice for me. That’s good eatin.
*** Bad job by my mom, other than hooking us up with the cooking device. Bad form calling in the second quarter and then talking with everyone for like 20 minutes with the year’s biggest game on.
*** I’m sad. I wish Punxsutawney Polamalu really could grant us six more weeks of football. The next month is pretty horrible as far as sports go, until the conference tournaments start in NCAA hoops.
*** The Bruins are horrible. Who cares that the losing streak ended, they lost 10 in a row. Why do people pay to see that team every night? They might as well throw $80 out the car window instead.
*** The itty bitty crack in my windshield, from a rock that hit it about three years ago, finally decided to crack away. Pretty impressive that it went from nothing, to about four inches, to halfway across the driver’s side in the matter of days. It’s getting pulled out tomorrow.


