|Why Roman numerals? They don't play that kind of football in Italy
||[Feb. 4th, 2007|06:31 am]
Well, I've waited a long two weeks for tonight to happen. Well, actually, my entire life. The Indianapolis Colts, playing in the Super Bowl. I'm still amazed that that is going to happen. And of course, of all nights, I have to work during most of it. Silly Lowe's, it's around zero degrees, most employees have rooting interest in the two teams in the event, and yet they don't close down. Oh well, that's what the DVD recorder is for. Here is more thoughts picking at my brain with the Big Game 12 hours away (as of this posting):
There are many parallels between the Colts making this Super Bowl and the Pacers making the 2000 NBA Finals. I had committments that made me unavailable to watch the teams clinch the conference finals as well as committments that make me miss most of the title games/series (I was in Mexico on a missions trip during some of the Pacers-Lakers battle). One thing I WON'T repeat from 2000: get a conference champion shirt. People at Taylor probably remember I owned a Pacers 2000 Eastern Conference Champion shirt. Of course, that meant that the Pacers would go on to lose and fail to get Reggie Miller his ring. I'm not repeating that mistake with the Colts. I prefer a Super Bowl champion shirt, thank you very much!
I saw a piece on ESPN about two black coaches going head-to-head in the 1975 NBA Finals, and both talked about how no one made a big fuss over their skin colors back then. Of course, there is a HUGE fuss over both Tony Dungy and Lovie Smith being black. This proves once again that the media makes issues that shouldn't be there. Dungy and Lovie are both quality coaches, and to say "African-American coaches made the Super Bowl for the first time, have a cookie" seems pretty racist to me (though being a Caucasian with a British surname, I probably don't know anything).
I can't hate the Bears. I just can't. I can get so worked up about Belichick and his Hoodie, Bill Cowher and his Sgt. Slaughter persona, and Ray Lewis and his goofy dance. But I can't hate the Bears. I named several of my fantasy football teams after Mike Ditka. My favorite running back of all-time is Sweetness. My favorite defensive player is the Fridge. The Superfans are among my top 5 favorite SNL skits. The Super Bowl Shuffle is my favorite music video (ok I'm lying about that, but you get my point). Even though I bleed blue and white, I still have a soft spot for da Bears. I just have to think about how much I despise Brian Urlacher and Tank Johnson, and how Rex Grossman destroyed my fantasy team. There, that's better. Bears suck!
I wonder what Edgerrin James is thinking, considering Joseph Addai broke through a Patriots defensive line for a winning score while he couldn't. Or that Dominic Rhodes gets to play in the Super Bowl, while James is stuck in a perpetually mediocre franchise. Oh, that's right, he doesn't care. He's just counting money. What am I thinking?!?!
Overall, it's amazing how the Colts can get farther than teams that were more talented, but they are a gutsy bunch. They once again prove my Roy Williams Theory, where teams that constantly blow out their opponents falter once they get in a pickle, while teams that usually are in close games tend to do better once it matters. Heck, Roy Williams won his championship after he stopped focusing on running up the score on weaker opponents. It's time for Peyton Manning and Tony Dungy to do the same thing. That way, after tonight, there's only two to count on for certain bad playoff moments: Marty Schottenheimer and the Cubs.
And if you see this post for the first time after the Colts lose the Super Bowl, consider me a moron.