As I was munching popcorn and watching the excellent AFC championship game, I couldn't help but note how much more I enjoy football when my team's been eliminated. It's the difference between your wife and your mistress. Yeah, you love your wife, but on the other hand you never have to hold a bucket for your mistress when she's got the stomach flu. She's just about the quickie. Meaningless, yes, but pleasant.
So says the man with neither wife nor mistress.
With the evil teams having been dispatched, I really didn't have a rooting interest in the final four. So is it with the final two.
So here's my case for rooting for Indianapolis.
- Tony Dungy is a long-suffering member of the Steeler family tree, and he finally made it to the Show as a coach.
- Mouthy Mike Vanderjagt is sitting at home while Peyton and Dungy, now liberated from "Shank" Vanderjagt, finally got to the Super Bowl. Coincidence?
- People said KC would shred the Colts' running defense, and KC got stuffed.
- People said that the Ravens' physical defense would pound the "soft" Colts, and the Colts didn't flinch.
- People said that Manning's longtime nemisis Belichick would, as always, get in Manning's head. Manning prevailed.
- Every football whore for whom I have no respect is rooting for Indianapolis.