As for Wal-Mart, where I work, most of the jerseys sported today have been for the Bears. Oddly, a few strange looking women – I could describe ‘em, but … yech! – sported blue streaks in their hair. I suppose that means they are Colts fans.

*shrug*

MD, Condi would still make a decent prez; as such, she could root for the Colts, Broncos, Bills or even (gag, choke, old-man-hacking-cough) Raiders to her heart’s content and I’d still support her.

benning + anybody else: an unofficial, unscientific, mostly hilarious and ultimately worthless poll I conducted today working at WalMart was quite telling. Since the conference games, you couldn’t get a Bears pick from customers or associates even if you pointed a loaded .357 at their children. Today? Heh-heh-heh… Literally the last guy I talked to said Prince’s halftime gig will be awesome. And Chicago by 3 or less.

Final prediction: benning is tempted to crack open a third beer in the last 5 minutes of the 4th quarter.

Walter, God comfort your sweet soul, I’ve done all I can. The rest is in Da Bears’ hands now.

MVP: Manning

Number of beers consumed by benning: 2

Super Bowl Meal for benning: Pork Ribs and Sauerkraut, Mashed Potatoes, Salad.

Halftime Highlights: Abdolutely none – this Halftime Extravaganza will continue the tradition of overblown, boring crap masquerading as entertainment.

Cowboys make Norv Turner their next head coach. Team Obliterator runs him off within two years.

If the Cowboys repeat Al Davis’ mistake by hiring Norv Turner as head coach, you can count on the Cowboys winning at least five games next year.

Mr Turner stank up the joint in Washington, when he had a lot of talent with which to work, and he stank up the joint in Oakland, when he didn’t. The man is a great offensive coordinator, but that’s it, he’s Peter Principled beyond that level; he’s simply not a head coach.

Oh, and Walter says “Hi,” and wants you to know he’s been working it hard lately. He actually wanted me to use the phrase “gettin’ low wid’ it”, but understood how queasy such crap would make me (and others) feel, and thankfully relented.

Sunday will be swell. Trust us.

It won’t be the game that will raise the ol’ blood pressure. Thrill to the aerial exploits of Rex “Wrong Way” Grossman? How ’bout the stout Colts’ run defense – making mediocre running backs look like Hall of Fame material? The crummy commercials? Be still my beating heart.

Thank God we were spared the spectacle of T.O. (Team Obliterator) dropping passes in the Super Bowl and getting pelted by pain-reliever pills thrown by frisky fans. Although come to think of it, this might have boosted ratings more than the aforementioned wardrobe malfunction.

Another Prediction: Cowboys make Norv Turner their next head coach. Team Obliterator runs him off within two years.

WARNING WILL ROBINSON!! If you go to church this Sunday, avert your eyes from any TVs you might see. The NFL is on the warpath.

Walter Payton and I converse quite a bit these days, so if you’ve got a few bucks to burn, put them on the Bears. Just don’t go more than 3. The vibe from the spirits is something in the 20s for both teams, yet still produces an incredibly good, good game. Ratings? C’mon, we’re talking Chicago vs. Manning here. It’ll come in the top 10, easy. Hate Prince all you want, that half-time show will be something.

Then again, I only picked both AFC and NFC winners, so what the heck would I know?