I can't wait for Sunday, dear dear readers. There are just too much sad stories in the news-paper these days, and this old columnist needs a heaping dose of foot-ball distraction, if only for a few hours. I'm sure about One-Hundred Million other folks around the galaxy agree. I don't know what I'm going to do after this week-end, though. Maybe I'll spend the days thinking about my garden and what kinds of home-made dressings and sauces and canned goodies I can create. Maybe I'll spend more time in the ice-shanty. Heck, I could get into yoga. Who knows... You are never too old to try some-thing new. Remember that; especially you youngsters.
Did you hear about these thrill-killers? I'm sure you have. Three swilled-up yahoos who didn't get enough kisses as babies go and intentionally mow down a herd of deer with their sleds on their way home from the tavern? Good Lord, folks. I don't even know how to comprehend such a thing. Now we've got deranged imi-tators all over the state. We've got idiots on snow-mobiles giving humans a bad name by charging through a peaceful flock of ducks just for kicks. What in the heck? What's next?
It's gloomy news on almost every page and the mid-winter doldrums are starting to set in. My rabbit ears aren't going to work in a few weeks and I don't have a government coupon because the idiots in Washington DC who passed this non-sense didn't include enough funding. Same old story. So now I have to wander around the neighborhood begging for coupons or else I have to pay full price for a converter box just so I can watch what few games are still aired on broad-cast media. Baloney! Rat traps! Ice dams!
At least I've got the internet and a radio. I can listen to Roy Orbison on the AM frequency and read about our new strength and conditioning coach and the television will collect dust. You can watch just about any program you want on the computer now any-ways, so who needs it? I wasn't just blowing smoke when I said you can always try something new. I'm older than the jet engine and I have a website and I'm still learning. I'm really happy I lived long enough to experience this amazing technology. It's funny. I once thought the atomic bomb was amazing and terrifying, a world-destroying, but the internet is a world-connector, a gizmo more powerful than dark matter. Or so I hope.
So the Super Bowl. You are here for the Super Bowl. You are preparing your Sunday feast in your minds already and you have your parlay ticket in hand from the corner tavern and you're wondering, Oh Wise Mr. Union, what is the pick? Not that I condone betting your lunch money on sporting events...
Of course the Steelers are the favorite by a few and nobody is giving the Little Pesky Red-birds any chance. They see them on the feeder and don't give a second look. Nothing special.
As seven-point underdogs I think twice about the chances of age-less wonder Kurt Warner and those amazing receivers, but on level ground I don't think they stand a chance against the Steelers and that tenacious defense. Dick Lebeau has them playing as well as the Ravens D that carried Baltimore to their recent title. The kicker: The Steelers Offense is able to hold their own as well. I can't get past that. And I've always like the Steelers as my 'AFC Team'. Mark it, Steelers 33 - Cardinals 20.
So there you have it, folks. I hope you all have a great Super Bowl party with delicious foods and a tub of cold oat-sodas, shared with family and friends. Until next time, then.
