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I'm on the Steelers-disbanded-and-their-stadium-sown-with-salt bandwagon, probably something to do with my Cincinnati childhood (though, gah, the Bengals, bleh), and yet somehow I find Ben's vapidly nitwitted Lawd'n'Saveyer claptrap produces slightly less projectile vomiting from me than Kurt Warner's. Could that mean I might actually want the Steelers to win? Jesus! Wait, did I just use the Lord's name in vain? Now I'm fucked. Does Edge stand in the middle of the market, er, field and pray like the hypocrites? What about Fitzgerald? Maybe I can hang my hope on one of them.
Okay, I vote for whichever quarterback paints "Matt. 6:5" on his cheek black and then doesn't thank God for whatever the fuck these nitwits are always thanking him for. I mean, do they even know? Doubtful.
But even more than that, I hope the commercials don't suck, because the last few Super Bowls they've mostly sucked.
Oh, I know something to thank our Lawd'n'Saveyer® for: Fox Sports got NOTHING to do with this Super Bowl. Though Al Michaels I can do without.
But Dave Concepcion SHOULD be in the Hall of Fame. Of course, I'm one of those freaks who would probably put then entire starting line-up of the 1975 Reds in the Hall. Also Ron Oester. Yeah, yeah, I know, but, man, Ron Oester was just swell.
