strahan has corralled the freaks

well, that's something you don't see every year (or even every five years): a compelling Super Bowl.


the exact moment I predicted a 17-14 Giants victory: when Randy Moss' touchdown catch made the score 14-10 and I looked down at the office pool sheet and realized that the luckiest guy on our floor had the Giants 7, Pats 4 box.

nothing against Eli, but: yes, that final drive was amazing. and Tyree's catch against his own helmet after Manning channeled Houdini (he was in the grasp, right?) will be replayed forever. but the MVP should really go to one of the guys on the Giants defensive line. if not all of them.

not a problem for me because I was for the Giants: but Toomer definitely pushed off on that sideline reception, and New York held possession of at least two fumbles they actually lost (see Houdini reference above), most notably Bradshaw's high school wrestling move (under and over) on Pierre Woods after the New England linebacker had fallen on the bad handoff (and should've been ruled down).

poor Eli: okay, so maybe they gave him the MVP because he was too polite to tell the NFL marketing people what they could do with their oversized (so big it could fit over his shoulder pads) Super Bowl t-shirt. he looked like a Beetlejuice head on top of the body of the Sta-Puff Marshmallow Man (Ghostbusters edition). having to go on national TV, in front of approx. 150 million people, dressed like that deserves at least a hybrid Caddy.

am I the only one: who found it interesting that Jeremy Shockey was downing a variety of alcoholic beverages in a luxury box with some buddies rather than watching the game on the sidelines with his teammates?

the ads: pretty weak group this year. and the lumberjack (leaning back in a "height of ecstasy pose" while holding a chainsaw) was much nastier than Danica Patrick's tease. Ax Men?

who thought it'd be a good idea: to cast Robert Downey Jr as a superhero (Ironman)? and why does Salesgenie even bother?

my favorite: the guy in the rat suit pummeling the homeowner for his Doritos (looky here):


in a weird way, it's nice: having people in New York awkwardly celebrating (see: yelling on the subway) the victory of a hometown team (esp. since it's not the Yankees).

why New York is better than Chicago or Boston or . . .: no centralized location to riot (everything's okay in Times Square, right?).

the Sunday sports story that really has my attention: can Ty Lawson come back from his high ankle sprain? because if he's not in the lineup, Carolina will be lucky to reach the Sweet Sixteen.

goodnight, Irene.