A few years ago, I was relieved that I wasn't in need of any web domain registration because I was so offended by the ads that Go Daddy ran during the Super Bowl that I swore I would never use them, even if they were the cheapest option. In subsequent years, I've rolled my eyes and sighed at all the Victoria's Secret commercials. The half time show usually failed to entertain me as half-naked women (and I'm not talking about Janet Jackson) shook their spanky-clad booties in my face. Were the NFL and their advertisers ever going to figure out that 50% of the viewing audience identified as female? I doubted it.

Once upon a time the Super Bowl was known as the well, The Super Bowl. Churches had Super Bowl Parties. Local advertisers had Super Bowl promotions. I had a Super Bowl baby. Well sort of.

We are two days away from what is arguably the biggest game of the year. The New England Patriots and the New York Giants will be facing off at Super Bowl XLII. They will be playing in Phoenix, Arizona at the University of Phoenix Stadium. Normally I get really excited about the Super Bowl, but I am getting really tired of the Patriots winning everything. Sorry New England fans, but I think the same team winning all of the time is boring. It almost seems fascist. (Yes, I know that isn't what that word means - but think "Bull Durham")

I just love hearing Sylvia Pojjioli say her name - I always have. Doesn't matter what she's reporting.