Well, Super Bowl weekend is upon us, and as a faithful viewer of the last 17 SBs, I can't recall this one being so...well, drab. Don't get me wrong, the Super Bowl is the Super Bowl, and casual football fans will be just as amped. But sports journalists/sports freaks like yours truly have a hard time getting aroused by the Pittsburgh Steelers vs. the Seattle Seahawks. Maybe the NFL shouldn't have cancelled that partnership with Levitra just yet(side note: this is all metaphorical, not a commentary on my sex life
Aside from Steeler linebacker Joey Porter harassing the Seahawks through the media and the heartwarming story of one of the coolest guys in sports (Jerome Bettis) getting to come home and play in the big game, this Super Bowl could leave many as bored as R. Kelly at a grown woman's convention.
The Seattle Seahawks are pretty much lucky to be there. Thanks to T.O., the Vikings purifying themselves in the waters of Lake Minnetonka, and Michael Vick cutting back on his running, the 'Hawks are in the big game for the first time in the franchise's 30 year history, and they are looking like a nice answer to the trivia question "who did the Steelers beat to win the franchise's fifth Super Bowl title?"
As the Sports Editor of the Hornet, I came up with an idea to do a Super Bowl day/game diary for the next edition of the paper, so I will be parked in front of this here machine and watching the game, timing and writing something small on whatever I see fit, kinda like the brother man version of ESPN Page 2's Bill Simmons game diaries. If anyone wants to hit me on AIM (Chris92581 is the name) and converse about the game, commercials, whatever, I'm down. I'm amped, because unless the men's basketball team repeats as MEAC champs, this is one of my last stories I will be hyper about, so this is the beginning of my swan song in essence.
Hard to believe my Super Bowl life started with Delaware State alumnus John Taylor's game winning touchdown catch on Joe Montana's great drive, and now in my 18th bowl, I'm a Delaware State University student wishing I was in Detroit as we speak (hi, Kelley!) but writing about the game from the comfort of my bedroom. I can't wait to graduate and join the ranks of the gainfully employed in this business.
Super Bowl XLVII, I'll be there. Make room for a brother now.