Wow, what a game. My thoughts as I watched my team hoist the Lombardi for the sixth time in my life:
- When I fly to Pittsburgh in September for the ceremony, Ben Roethlisberger's two starting receivers will both be Super Bowl MVPs. That will never happen again. Now let's get Heath one.
- The MVP was the only Buckeye on my team. I'm not sure, but I think that may well be the first Ohio State alum so named.
- My nickname for The Touchdown: "Big Ben Strikes 10."
- This played out like half the Steelers' games this season. Last minute, come-from behind drive, Ben tossing the winning touchdown, linebackers forcing a fumble to end the game. I cannot tell you how many times I've seen that scenario unfold this year.
- The astonishingly, truth-defyingly whiney Seahawks made exactly as many plays in this Super Bowl as they did in the previous 42. Zero, bitches. Don't like that number? How about 21-0? Or 4-12?
- Does anyone else taunt Kurt Warner's image when he screws up? When he plays well, he shoves Jesus into every sentence; I think it's only fair to shove Jesus into every sentence when Warner's sucking.
- Quite in contrast with two years ago, I didn't much hear Tomlin's race mentioned. And afterward, I didn't hear one member of the media state that "Tomlin is the second black coach to win the Super Bowl." I thought "Good, that's progress" until they began harping on Obama being the first black president to congratulate the winning team. Sigh.