**dances around wildly flailing all appendages** I'm sure you all know what a huge sports fan I am -- I may have mentioned once or twice here or on Twitter. I pretty much live for the Red Sox and Patriots, and wouldn't you know, the Patriots have made it to the Superbowl once again! (My apologies to you fans of Denver and Baltimore...um, not really.) This makes me very happy for more reasons than just Tom Brady's pretty face greeting me every time I turn around.
I have been in fucking football heaven this week with my favorite morning sports radio talk show covering every aspect of upcoming battle between the New England Patriots and (evil) New York Giants. The betting line gives the Patriots a slight edge on the spread, but on paper, the Giants look unbeatable. I've been down on the Patriots' horrible defense all year, and though they've made it to the big game, every player on that team is going to need to have a career day to take down Big Blue.
Eli Manning might be having one hell of a playoff run this year, but Tom Brady doesn't suck two weeks in a row and in the AFC Championship game, he sucked. Hard. But even at his suckiest, he still gets the job done. And I still wouldn't kick him out of bed. Even if he does wear Uggs.
You're probably wondering where the serious trash talkin' is? This is how I roll... I'm ridiculously superstitious when it comes to my sports teams. Let me tell you, trash talking is the biggest way to jinx your favorite team. Kind of like when a pitcher is tossing a no hitter -- you never mention the no hitter. And if one of the announcers even utters the words, say bye-bye to the no-no.
I find that if I go into a Superbowl (or any big game) that the Pats are playing in with a completely pessimistic attitude, they do much better. It's probably just me, but I sort of think they're trying to prove me wrong by winning. The one game I didn't go into feeling all glass-half-empty was the infamous Superbowl of 2008 -- the first meeting of the Pats and the G-Men. The Patriots came into the game virtually invincible having not lost a game all season. I was cocky as all shit going into that match-up. The Giants had squeaked into the playoffs and there was no possible way New England could've lost that game. But they did. I was devastated. Crushed. Inconsolable.
So I will keep my trash talking to myself. I will cheer my team on wearing the same Patriots sweatshirt I wore for the last game. And maybe the same jeans, t-shirt and underwear too. I'll let Mishka the husky handle the Superbowl predictions.