Saturday, February 03, 2007
CRY- BABY PEYTON
SUPERBOWL SUNDAY. OH YEAH.
Let me begin by saying that this year there will be tension in the Sternberg household over this game. My wife is cheering for The Indianapolis Colts. Me? The Bears. I am betting this is a conflict occuring all over the United States today. You see, for some reason, Peyton Manning is a favorite of the women folk. Or seems to be. The men? We're tired of watching him whine. We're tired of the dramatics.
Watch him. When the Bears start pressuring him, it will be everyone else's fault but his own. He'll scowl, whine, pout, frown, roll his eyes, and do everything but suck his thumb and curl into a fetal position. And if things get desperate, he'll try to throw it downfield instead of trying short passes to slowly grind to a first down. No, Manning is a showboater all the way.
Men, or at least real men, will plop down in front of the television tonight and cheer each time whiny boy gets sacked.
So ..GO BEARS. Oh, and here's a trivia question for you: How many times has my home team, the Detroit Lions, been to the Superbowl? Wait....okay think....okay times up. The answer: NEVER. NEVER. Fire Millen, please. Ford, sell the team. Move them out of Michigan. Anything. Spare us the indignity of another season of mismanagement and excuses.
Finally, here's one of the best things about the Superbowl for me: baseball season is just around the corner. Go Tigers.