Before I get to the inevitable mocking of Genital Ben and the fake Steeler fans, it is worth noting that my perfect record of Super Bowl picks on this blog is still intact. If you followed my advice in the big game preview from the other day, you went 2-0. The Over hit with little drama and the teaser on the dog and the Over also won pretty easily. That makes 5-0 on Super Bowl picks the past three years. If you can find a handicapper anywhere with that record, then God bless you. Especially someone who gives out the picks absolutely free to his readers. I hope everyone sat back and counted their winnings last night.
Now on to Genital Ben. He was terrible. Almost worse than in his 1st Super Bowl against Seattle. In that one the officials bailed out Pittsburgh. If you don't believe me, remember that last summer the referee for that game was at Seahawk training camp and apologized to the team for what went down. It's still the single worst one-sided officiating I've ever witnessed. And no, I'm not pissed because I lost money that day on Seattle (although I did, I made it up on the Under). Back to Genital Ben, on that last drive it was almost like the Steelers had never worked on the 2 minute drill the past 7 months in practice. Genital Ben kept shifting the formations around. Why, I have no idea. Maybe the kid was hammered drunk and awaiting some bathroom assault on a random skank later in the evening. I'm left to speculate. Overall, Genital Ben's accuracy was poor. Give GB credit to some degree for forcing passes to be thrown into tight intermediate windows. But Genital Ben still missed a number of open guys. As far as the Steeler O-Line, they played pretty well considering the injuries. You can't lay the defeat on them. Mendenhall just got stripped on that huge fumble. Great play by Matthews there. I would be remiss if I didn't mention that in my write-up I predicted that Rogers would be on fire in the precision passing game. And the kid was. In fact, he suffered a number of drops by Jones and Nelson that were on the money. Rogers easily could have thrown for 400 yards and another TD.
As far as the fake Steeler fans - they've been eerily silent. I checked a Faceshit "friend" of mine who is one such fan and that guy had nothing to say. That was after boasting all week about Steeler dominance and blah, blah, blah. Good riddance fake Steeler fans. At least until next time. At least next time I can rip the performance we all witnessed last night. And that's a good thing.
I'd love to comment on all the peripheral stuff surrounding the game. The only problem is that I didn't pay attention to any of it. I missed the entire pre-game. So, I didn't see Christina Aguilera skip a whole verse of the National Anthem (although I have a suspicion that this happened on Barack Hussein Obama's insistence, as he's looking for any and every way possible to move this country in new and strange directions). I didn't pay attention to one commercial. I missed Black Eyed Peas at halftime (I was outside smoking at the time). So, I got nothing on any of it. At first during commercials, I flipped over to Golf Channel to stay up to date on the Phoenix Open. Later, I flipped on 1,000 Ways To Die on Spike during breaks from the action. It is truly terrible, but better than nauseating commercials - at least in its own slightly different nauseating way...
I did catch some of the post-game on the ESPN hype-machine. And Tom Jackson, Berman, and that Mormon Steve Young were shell-shocked by what they witnessed. Listening to their analysis, it was almost like the Steelers didn't exist. Like they didn't lay an egg in the biggest game of the year. Very strange. I don't know who picked GB on the pre-game, nor do I care, but it seemed like the trio had not given serious thought to Pittsburgh losing.
Lastly, we are gonna be baragged with stories on the NFL labor situation for the foreseeable future. And I'm gonna promise right now that I will never mention any of it on this blog. It bores me to tears. If there's no football the second Sunday in September this fall, we'll all be fine. Don't sweat it. So, except for possibly mocking the NFL Entry Draft in April, there will be no pro football talk on this blog until some labor agreement is reached. One thing is for certain though, ESPN will be more unwatchable than ever. That and the losers on sports talk radio will be more insufferable than ever. That will be great. Good times are ahead...
I am out ----->
2 comments:
TBFH does it once again in the big game, and for free nonetheless. If you are looking for a handicapper you should look no further than our own TBFH. I mean you could head over to sportsinfo.com if you were looking for a capper that charges $30-60 per day. You could have taken some advice by one of them, 12 of the 15 guys at that site would have given you the Steelers or the under or both.
So I went skiing this past weekend with Tyson and a bunch of my friends. Good times and lots of alcohol consumed. Anyways, my buddy Matt sprained his MCL. Yesterday, I have Matt and a few people over for beers before we head out to Towson. We head to Rec Room but somehow Tyson, Matt and I find ourselves at the Kent before last call. As you well know, showing up at the Kent before last call is never a good idea. An old geezer was throwing spitballs at young skanks and the Dream Team was there preying on young fools. Somehow two members of the Dream Team were invited back to my house for late night fun. They don't arrive till after 4 am, probably because they had just fucked some poor schmucks. At this point I'm passed out and Tyson has taken a cab back to his place. Matt is still awake and decides to let them inside. According to him they only stayed long enough to steal the painkillers he had been issued for his sprained MCL. I just thought you would like to know that the Dream Team is alive and well.
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