A Soup And A Bowl - a stupid question, indeed...

What's all the fuss about that "Super Bowl" stuff, anyhow...?

Dr. House sure didn't have a clue - and, as clueless as his ignorant call in the pre-game show was, it proved to be prophetic still. Damn him. *lol*
(Another reason to hate all quacks - real or make-believe ones!)

But who cares about that...

Super Sunday was but a mere prelude to Super Tuesday anyway - right?
(Oh - the latter got its name from the former, you say? And what's politics, next to sports? Well, politics can shape the way our every lives will go in the short term - and probably how our earthly existence will meet an ignominious end too! While sports... But that's another story, true!)


Well, it's about 30 minutes past that Super Bowl fluff and all the hoopla has ended - after "the upset for the ages" when mere puny "Giants" stole victory from fervent Patriots on the edge of making trivial history - and, quite frankly, I don't see much there, at all...

Tom Coughlin will not even be made out to be another Paul Revere - even though his coaching the damnable gimpy Giants to this upset over his local and far superior team is most definitely an act of High Treason, YES!

All that the "Perfect Patriots" proved, by winning EIGHTEEN STRAIGHT GAMES (including a high-scoring match up against their eventual Bowl opponents) and then matching the gainsaying Giants touchdown for touchdown, at the Bowl, but falling just short due to a measly field goal there... Well, all they proved is what we know already to be true - there is no perfection in this world.

"Ain't no living in a perfect world - there ain't no perfect world anyway" - as Huey sang...

Uncle Donald would have approved.
All he's concerned with is MOOLAH anyway...
(No, I am not confusing one duck with another who stole Ebenezer Scrooge's gimmick for Walt's company and profit - rather, I am talking about another Donald altogether...!)

But enough digression.
And enough about this also!




I would be remiss if I didn't add this though:
I never thought I'd loathe someone with as Biblical a name as... ELI.


Man, Tom Petty is getting older than some of his Heartbreakers...
Heck, maybe even than some of his fellow Traveling Wilburys!
Those who are still alive, obviously...

Maybe at Super Bowl XLIII they'll call on The Zombies
for the halftime show...?!?


Oh - and the Brothers Manning owe Boston.
BIG TIME.

Even moreso than Traitor Tom Coughlin!

Payback will be such a huge BITCH.


But I remain lukewarm about it all, of course.

It is just football.
Gridiron unnecessary roughness.
The ninny's sport - the NFL!
Neanderthal Funnies League!
Gisele matters more to THE Tom (Brady) than this!
And you KNOW IT!

Football isn't Life's Allegory anyway -
baseball is!

Everybody knows that!
;)


Red Sox Won!
*lol*