Big Time

Well, Super Bowl XL is over, and what a way to end an already abysmal post-season. After squandering what was headlined by many as possibly of the greatest post-seasons in NFL history, the Big Game ended with about as much excitement, or lack thereof, as the rest. Big Ben looked terrible (although it's hard to get on the guy who carried the Steelers through the first three games of the playoffs), andPittsburg was outplayed pretty much the entire first half. However dropped passes, constant penalties and clock management that would have Andy Reid cringe helped keep Seattle at bay. Halftime came with a surprising Pittsburg four point lead.

In the second half, a few missed opportunities and a trick play would lead to the Steelers effectively winning the game before the end of the third quarter. Despite my hatred for Steelers fans and my raging jealousy as an Eagles fan, it was hard for me to find fault with the players, coaches or game plan of Pittsburg, so I'm glad they were able to win one for the Bus. So here's to you Pittsburg, for finding a way to win the game long before it's end and yet doing it quite unconvincingly.

Despite the obvious lack of luster on the field, the social gathering surrounding the game was fairly entertaining. The King of Men and I trekked to the land of Jersey and the home of the DelVecchio clan. While the absence of Joey, Dana G and Mrs. C was sorely missed, there was plenty of good people and conversation to go around. All the good old boys were there, and so were a few of the guys from Rowan. The Jackson family made a grand appearance and Mr. D was his usual ghetto-fly self. Daniel and her friends were there too, which provided some much needed eye candy for what could have been an extreme sausage fest. Give my "Return to Greatness Award" to your sister Ray for getting back on par and looking incredibly good.

On another perhaps more interesting note, Jay and Kent were both featured in an article in the Philadelphia Inquirer. You can imagine my shock when I came down Sunday morning to find it as the feature article on the front page of the Sunday paper. Don't get too excited though, the writer wasn't exactly flattering.

Honestly, I consider Jay lucky that he didn't tell the interviewer anything incriminating about himself, because he came off squeaky clean compared to Kent. When I heard about the interview initially, I was skeptical; after all, it's not as if I thought that they were going to glorify poker playing college players. What is unfair though is that Kent spent a good two hours talking to the guy about responsibility and control, and not getting out of hand with gambling, essentially the very same messages the article was trying to communicate. Rather than use his views on responsibility, however, they decided to use his worst statements and paint him as the punch line for the audience: a young kid whose grades and lifestyle suffer from his profitable but questionable poker choice.

I don't think I'll be giving any interviews on the seedy life surrounding billiards any time soon.

Speaking of billiards, I was practically clairvoyant on Saturday. My appologies to Kent and Jay, who for a time had to sit back and watch as I won a string of two turn games. According to my sources, Eli is interested in a three team deal that would see Miami getting a first rounder and prospects, Detroit getting Abdulah Alaman, and Eli coming to Pheonixville on a future Saturday to shoot the shit and shoot some pool. Sounds good to me.