Well, I have never been a Pro Football fanatic. My allegiance is to the old I guess. YA Tittle, Johnny Unitas, John Brodie, The 60’s Green Bay Packers of Lombardi, Bad Boy Paul Hornung, Jim Taylor and Bart Starr or the late 70’s Steelers of Lil’ Abner Bradshaw, Franco and Swan. Nothing has quite grabbed me since. Not the Montana 49ers, not the Cowboys nor the Vikings. I tried during the Bronco’s debacles. I don’t own a single jersey with someone’s name on the back (a genuine pussified garment in my estimation). Ok, I do have a few college shirts and hoodies and some All Blacks rugby shirts. So, with that in mind, my Super Bowl pick is to go fishing and forsake the ads, half time garbage, excesses and pretending I give a rat’s ass. So while everyone else is burping and scratching I am going out to find some private space.
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