CHRIS LIVE AKA SHAKER SAYS: As the antiquated nitrate lowlight reel that was my NY Giants's season once again sputtered out waaaaaaaaaaay too early, bursting into merciful flames and falling off the projector of a sports fan's hopes unfulfilled, I, understandably, was more than ready to fix my loving gaze upon my favorite sport: Basketball. Yet, with the 2011 NBA All-Star game a mere 2 weeks away, this football season (as with last) I was kind of hype for the Super Bowl.
Sure, New York's "other" team, the NY Jets - on the heels of head coach Rex Ryan's wife's pervert preferred feet (NOTE: Some jokes just never get old ... lol) - made a gallant late season surge towards the big game (NOTE: Thankfully mashing on the bitch ass New England Patriots on their way to their 2nd straight AFC Championship Game) but, they too fell short of the Super Bowl ... if only by 1 game. So, who was the 1 team that stood in between "Gang Green" and destiny? The Pittsburgh Steelers. And their win over the NY Jets meant that them "Terrible Towel" boys were "poised to strike" in THEE head-to-head gridiron "brawl for it all" against the Green Bay Packers in Super Bowl XLV.
Now, admittedly, whilst neither team got my tailgate party started, I was rooting for the Steelers. Why? Well, because my blood brother, Niketown, did a brief college stint in the "Steel City" and I kind of liked the town. That, plus, Pramanti Brothers sandwiches are crack cocaine. True story. Anyway, by now we ALL know that my Super Bowl pick was clearly NOT it. Green Bay won by the final score of 31-25. I was slightly disappointed. On the other hand, as this post went to press, according to published reports, Wiz Khalifa is on a 24 hour suicide watch following the Steelers loss. Keep him in your prayers.
What can I say people? Aaron Rodgers simply wanted it more. While "Big" Ben Roethlisberger was out gallivanting and scouting for potential rape victims, Rodgers was busy getting a good night's sleep, eating his Wheaties and practicing ... and it showed. The man who would become Super Bowl XLV MVP (NOTE: A feat that Mr. Brett "The Definition Of Overrated" Favre never accomplished.) heroically ascended to the pantheon of Packer greats throwing for 304 yards completing 24-39 passes (NOTE: 3 of which were touchdowns.) and spearheading a closing drive that was capped by a perfect pass to a wide-open Brandon Jennings putting Green Bay ahead 28-17.
Yes, after a horrific start the Steelers DID make a game of it (NOTE: Only, however, after 3 of the Packers key defensive linemen were injured and made early exits to the locker room.), but this Super Bowl's fate was already written in the stars. The ghost of Vince Lombardi (NOTE: A Brooklyn boy, of course!), the man whose immortal winning spirit and name consecrates the NFL Championship trophy, had pre-ordained a Green Bay victory! "Cheese Heads" rejoice! The title triumphantly returns to "Title Town" USA, and all was right with the world.
Sure, New York's "other" team, the NY Jets - on the heels of head coach Rex Ryan's wife's pervert preferred feet (NOTE: Some jokes just never get old ... lol) - made a gallant late season surge towards the big game (NOTE: Thankfully mashing on the bitch ass New England Patriots on their way to their 2nd straight AFC Championship Game) but, they too fell short of the Super Bowl ... if only by 1 game. So, who was the 1 team that stood in between "Gang Green" and destiny? The Pittsburgh Steelers. And their win over the NY Jets meant that them "Terrible Towel" boys were "poised to strike" in THEE head-to-head gridiron "brawl for it all" against the Green Bay Packers in Super Bowl XLV.
Now, admittedly, whilst neither team got my tailgate party started, I was rooting for the Steelers. Why? Well, because my blood brother, Niketown, did a brief college stint in the "Steel City" and I kind of liked the town. That, plus, Pramanti Brothers sandwiches are crack cocaine. True story. Anyway, by now we ALL know that my Super Bowl pick was clearly NOT it. Green Bay won by the final score of 31-25. I was slightly disappointed. On the other hand, as this post went to press, according to published reports, Wiz Khalifa is on a 24 hour suicide watch following the Steelers loss. Keep him in your prayers.
What can I say people? Aaron Rodgers simply wanted it more. While "Big" Ben Roethlisberger was out gallivanting and scouting for potential rape victims, Rodgers was busy getting a good night's sleep, eating his Wheaties and practicing ... and it showed. The man who would become Super Bowl XLV MVP (NOTE: A feat that Mr. Brett "The Definition Of Overrated" Favre never accomplished.) heroically ascended to the pantheon of Packer greats throwing for 304 yards completing 24-39 passes (NOTE: 3 of which were touchdowns.) and spearheading a closing drive that was capped by a perfect pass to a wide-open Brandon Jennings putting Green Bay ahead 28-17.
Yes, after a horrific start the Steelers DID make a game of it (NOTE: Only, however, after 3 of the Packers key defensive linemen were injured and made early exits to the locker room.), but this Super Bowl's fate was already written in the stars. The ghost of Vince Lombardi (NOTE: A Brooklyn boy, of course!), the man whose immortal winning spirit and name consecrates the NFL Championship trophy, had pre-ordained a Green Bay victory! "Cheese Heads" rejoice! The title triumphantly returns to "Title Town" USA, and all was right with the world.
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