You probably think that little parenthetical statement is about Tom Brady vs. Peyton Manning but sadly, it is not. It seems that this year is following the exact same pattern as last year in terms of my blogging - I got off to a good start at the new year but then got the flu and then during that sickness get very very depressed. It happened last year and it would seem it is happening this year. I have been sick as a dog all of the last week and instead of following up on my Hall of Fame rants, I have been dormant and feeling terrible. Well, I am gonna try to work through that shit this time around. Please bear with me while I do.
Unfortunately, there is not much to get worked up about in my world about these football games. We have all been through Brady vs. Manning in the playoffs before and I don't see how anything that happens in this game changes either one's legacy. Tom Brady is what he is. Peyton Manning is what he is. And neither one of these teams is as good as either of the NFC offerings, especially on the defensive side of the ball. Plus, the last time I checked, there is 21 other players on the field and they might have a bit to say about what happens in the game.
The team I hate least of the remaining teams is the Patriots, but as I have stated before, while all my New England living made me love the Red Sox, the same never happened to me about the Pats. I don't root for Tom Brady but one can't help but respect him, though no man in the NFL has more haters than Tom Brady. I guess that is why I want to side with him - Tom Brady has a whole swath of football fans who need to just shut the hell up. I mean, a restaurant in Denver had this sign up outside
completely forgetting that if that is true, he is no doubt wearing the
panties of the Brazilian supermodel he just got done banging who happens
to be his wife. Rough life, that Tom Brady.
The late game is the San Francisco 49ers vs. the Seattle Seahawks and well, let me just make this point: I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, fucking hate the 49ers. As a counterpoint: I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, fucking hate the Seahawks.
My hatred for the Niners is decades old. I hated them when they used to play the Giants and hate them now when they play the Saints. My anger toward them is an old spouse. The Seahawks, on the other hand, is a new found hatred (much like all their bandwagon fans). I never had an opinion about the Seahawks but then four years ago the Beast Mode run happened, now I can't stand them. I can't stand Pete Carroll, I can't stand Russell Wilson, I can't stand the aforementioned Beef Moe, and I certainly can't stand every single player of their defense. My anger towards them is a torrid new affair.
When these things come to a head, what usually happens is you go back to your wife. I cannot measure my complete and utter dislike for these teams with existing technology but the one little thing that I would enjoy watching for two weeks is people pick apart Colin Kaepernick the way they do individually but on the national stage. Much like Tom Brady, Kaepernick has haters - and why do they hate him? Because he has tattoos...the horror! Because he wears his cap backwards on the sideline and during interviews...oh the humanity! Most of these haters? 50-year-old-plus white male sportswriters. It would be hilarious if it weren't so sad. So it would be very pleasing to hope that a few of these dinosaurs will say something so awful and racist during the Super Bowl bye week that they lose their jobs. Yup, I guess I am rooting for schadenfreude.