...you can just stop reading this right now.

I'm writing this about an hour before kick off. Congratulations Colts! The contrarians (how few of us there are) picked it.

Or maybe it's that whenever EVERYONE says one thing, you know it's going the other way.

Everyone is rooting for the Saints. They're sure the Saints will win. And, apparently, God has weighed in as well. It's some kind of reprieve from Him being completely against the Saints for most of the franchise's history. And maybe payback for Katrina or the many other floods New Orleans has endured in its history. Something like that.

Of course everyone needs to remember the game is taking place in Miami. And God hates Miami.

I don't have a dog in this fight, and neither do most people, actually. Which is probably why everyone is on the Saints' bandwagon. Almost all of us have been disappointed with how our football teams did this year, so here's the choices: another Manning win or a win for a team that's never won.

It feels good to root for the Saints. Except consider this: Peyton Manning grew up in New Orleans--because his dad was the long suffering quarterback for the Saints when they sucked beyond belief. Where's the payback for Manning Senior? How does God sort all of this intrigue out to insert his invisible hand down into Miami and turn it all the Saints way?

And, really, why should He really care?

Maybe it's because there will be a famous college quarterback shilling for the pro-lifers during the commercials. We're getting some politics thrown in with our super sugary bowl of football goodness. Are the Tea Partiers gonna have some kind of million dollar weird hat commercial for whatever it is they've decided to believe in (which, oddly enough, is basically contrarianism--whatever this President wants, it's no good for the tea baggers)?

When you get down to it this is about the game of football. And a Superbowl has a few (mostly) givens:

1. A big lead and it's over.
2. One of the commercials will completely piss off a small group of people with way too much time on their hands.
3. There will be bad calls that won't be fixed by instant replay.
4. The half-time show won't completely suck, but it won't make a lot of sense either. Oh yeah, and all those "fans" of The Who surrounding the stage are extras--like the anonymous people milling around in crowds for films.
5. Millions of people will be completely hung over tomorrow at work. And a good chunk of the hung overs will call in sick.

Which says nothing much about football. Except maybe point number one. It's like a college bowl game. Emotions run high, which means they can swing like a see saw. Fall from the heights of ecstasy, and players might not ever get out of the valleys of depression (at least before the game is over).

But for me, well, I'm gonna have some beers and whiskey. Probably some hot wings. I'll forget to look at the TV for big chunks of the time because I'll be listening to music instead of the announcers and commercials. And I'll completely miss something (a play, a commercial or stupid comment) that everyone will be talking about tomorrow.

Colts 38-21. Deal with it.

Matt Worley missed nipple-gate because he turned out the TV during the half time show to play a short drunken acoustic set with Old Beans.