God's Own Crunk

Interesting, funny, and I must admit – takes some minor stones to shit talk a guy’s wife just outside the luxury suites of a Super Bowl – Gisele keeps her cool and, better yet, has a point, which is quite interesting since most Patriots fans will blame this loss on … Wes Welker.

FWIW, Tom Brady won three Super Bowls before getting together with one of the world’s most beautiful women. Since then? He’s lost two. Next time he sees Tony Romo he might wants to ask him about how Jessica Simpson changed his career and the entire direction of the Cowboys’ franchise.

When Manning got the ball back, he went for the kill. His 38-yard toss to Mario Manningham was thrown to a well covered receiver into an impossibly tight window. Manningham’s catch was just as good as Manning’s throw.

via Eli cooler when it counted | ProFootballTalk.

I’m having a half-dozen friends over and making eight courses of food, enough to feed 30 comfortably – what can I say, when I’m nervous, I cook.

Fox is broadcasting the Manchester United/Chelsea match this morning, a nice touch for fans such as myself who can’t stomach 9 hours of NFLNet pregame coverage – I’ll flip over at noon and take in five hours of said coverage while I cook.

My girl Kelly Clarkson is doing the anthem, and Madonna’s doing the halftime show. She promised no nudity, and when asked about Lady Gaga and Britney Spears noted that unlike Spears, Gaga’s not “built like a brick shithouse,” which is the funniest thing Madonna’s said since Desperately Seeking Susan. 

I was up til one prepping my kitchen, and I was back up at 7 to begin the feast. Three hours in, I’m on a break and I’m ready for some football.

Indeed, trudat … GO GIANTS!

I guess I better learn this deck:

No shit.

Good – and I mean seriously, seriously good – sports commentary is getting harder to come by. It is rare to find the lucid combination of pitch-perfect observation and excellent writing aimed at a contemporary, relevant subject, but Bill Plaschke nails what I know, what every other serious NFL fan knows – there is no other day like the Sunday of the NFC and AFC championship games. Read the whole thing – this is probably the best piece of writing I’ve encountered regarding the NFL this year:

Sunday is the greatest single day of the NFL season. Sunday is the real Super Bowl, only twice as much and twice as good.

The two conference championship games played Sunday will be more compelling than the one game played two weeks later, and it won’t even be close.

Sunday is the Super Bowl minus the capital letters, Roman numerals and incessant glitz. Sunday is real football, played in real weather, in front of real fans, for real stakes.

I’ve never seen a Super Bowl winner cry. I’ve seen New Orleans Saints players weeping when they beat the Minnesota Vikings to qualify for their first Super Bowl.

via NFL playoffs: These postseason games are far superior – latimes.com.