I'm feeling pretty sick about how the SuperBowl ended. Too sick to write with my usual jovial hyperbole, and too sick to care about how I write. So I'm simply going to leave a numbered list of musings:
1) Ben Roethlisberger let me down, he let the steelers down, and he certainly let Brett Favre down. The SuperBowl may be the biggest stage in the NFL but he's been there twice before and should have overcome the hype and pressure that the big game brings. If it wasn't the pressure that got to him, then he simply fell on his face. I know that before the game I'd previously mused over the possibility of football immortality for the fella, but that's all lost now. Enough. No more of the man. I'm back to being a typical Tampa man, and thus, a Steelers-hater :)
2) Brett Favre. Somewhere, on a farm maybe in Hattiesberg Mississippi (I like to think), Brett Favre was watching this game. And what he saw was the Packers ease to their first Superbowl since 1996. And moreover, their first Superbowl since he left. Call me gay, call me a loser, but being the massive Brett Favre fan that I am, I'm worried about how this will affect the man's legacy down the line. He was awesome, and I want my kids to hold him in high regard. But will they? For me, his whole legacy now changes completely if you factor in that three years after he left the Packers, his replacement took down only their fourth SuperBowl in their history. Maybe I'm seeing it all wrong, but if he leaves and they're bereft of a Championship for the next twenty years, the memory of Favre is somewhat more epic.
3) Aaron Rodgers. The man is too good. So much that it irritates me. I think he might be close to the level of Brady and Manning, and I'd definitelly put him alongside Brees. Roethlisberger? Bleh, I'll get back to on that one. He's a retched mystery to me.
But Rodgers, wow, he was unstoppable. If it hadn't have been for his crappy jittery receivers, he'd have been a 400-yard SuperBowl man. But he isn't, and it makes me happy that he's not.
4) Mike McCarthy. The man is _____. And that's that. I have nothing to say about him. I'm not going to knock his appearance because that's irrelavant to a man's footballing prowess, but the man is totally bereft of any life or personality. If you told me he had no soul, I'd believe you. I understand that he's a clever guy, but to be remembered, you need character. And this guy has none. Last night I saw the list of Packers coaches to win a Superbowl: Vince Lombardi, Mike Holmgren, Mike McCarthy. He doesn't belong with those two people. Not until he starts smiling more anyway.
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