Kevolution Theory Presents the Meaningless Bowl Powered by Kevolution Theory

 

If there’s one thing I’ve learned the last 10 months 6 months 2 months 2 weeks, it’s that I can sit around and watch almost anything. At least for like 15 minutes. I apparently have cable channels that show nothing but We’re the Millers and Lifetime Xmas movies. Speaking of, I had an epiphany recently. I was wearing pants -no, not the epiphany-and melted peanut butter and chocolate chips and poured onto vanilla ice cream. YUM! I am pretty sure my Peloton instructor-if I had one-would be most disappointed. But that’s not the epiphany. As I was watching some college football bowl game, it hit me; college bowl games are to guys as Lifetime/Hallmark Xmas movies are to girls.

Now, since, I am an honest sunna bitch, I will ‘fess up to occasionally watching, like 20 minutes of a Hallmark Xmas movies. But only if the girl is hot. Or accessible, depending where my evening is at that point in time. Then I finish my SkinnyTini, and put on the Bowl game like a GD man. Point is, I have experience in both.

Pretty sure these two shot 32 more Xmas movies. Just this week alone.

Hear me out. Most bowl games suck, as do all Hallmark Xmas movies. Both are a pleasant waste of time. When both are over, they will literally disappear from your consciousness. There’s about a zillion of each. Tubs of popcorn and bottles of beer can disappear while watching both. You can see, the experience is quite similar. We really are one village.

When I woke up with the dog licking popcorn off my hoodie, I had a thought. It bothered me that most bowl games do suck. And this is sports and football and America, goddamn it! We deserve better. And that’s where I come in. (That’s what he said.) I had some more popcorn (both fresh and hoodie popcorn) and a few more stiff cocktails and came up with ways to make college football more accessible for everybody. A meaningless bowl game should at least be fun to watch for everybody. Sounds like your favorite blog, right? Allow me to save college football. Ladies and Gents, welcome to the Kevolution Theory Meaningless Bowl.

 

·        Cheerleaders. And lots of them. Girl AND guy cheerleaders. The point here is to have a party, so we should all get to look at attractive people. More than likely, your party won’t have any of it’s own, so win win. 

Sorry, ladies, apparently there are not hot male cheerleaders on GIS.

·       Comedians calling the game. (And, no, I am NOT talking Dennis Miller.) Let’s face it, just like Hallmark movies, the players here are generally faceless. We typically don’t care about them, and will never think of them ever again. (Unless given a reason to, hang tight about this one.) Honestly, they could call every player on the team Vic Lagina, and we’d probably never notice. “And Lagina…..completes the pass to wide receiver Vic Lagina. Move the chains, first down.” We don’t need to fucking know the intricacies off the "Offerpad Bowl." Having one comedian in the booth to crack jokes makes the broadcast more tolerable. I guess we do need the play by play/straight guy here to play off of, fine. While I would prefer my comedian to have some custom football jokes, they would be welcome to delve into current events, but staying away from hot button topics. We’re trying to have a good time here. I wonder how much it would be to bring in Ron Burgundy? 

·        The Kevolution Theory presents The Meaningless Bowl Drinking Game. Well, DUH. We really need to drive the communal and fun aspect here. Say what you want, but the XFL was a fun product to watch. And much like the XFL games, college bowl games can get sloppy and boring, so we need to keep everyone engaged. Drinking game! Hell, there are tons of drinking games for Lifetime Xmas movies, so why not here? This idea is still a work in progress, as I try new ideas every game. And who vomited on the couch? Regardless, a few ideas I’m working on; 1 drink for first downs, 2 for turnovers, chug for TDs. Perfect for the whole family! Even the biggest football noob will soon be rooting for an interception returned for a TD. You go, gramma!

·        Appropriate sponsors. I am pretty sure most sponsors would want to stay away from my bowl game. (Now you know why there’s never been any advertising here.) It would fall to me to cultivate my sponsors so I can actually get a pay day. Sure, I would love to throw a bone to products I actually use in my own life. However, I am pretty sure my calls to MuscleTech, Irish Spring, Coke Zero, Gatorade, Sun Bum, Extenz, SiriusXM, UnderArmour, Degree (6 days a week), NHL, etc would go unanswered. I would have to go off the beaten track to find some sponsors that I am sure would love to access my core demographic. Malibu Rum would never call me back, but maybe Calico Jack and Admiral Nelson would be happy to come aboard. (BTW, both those are my actual rums of choice, especially if they throw me a free case or 17.) I’d love to designate Tilted Kilt an as official “watch partner” of the Meaningless Bowl. Hello, you alcohol companies, can you see the cross promotion opportunities here? Some fans would prefer to watch from home; a call to the fine folks at Solo (Red Cup Division) who might want to launch a hashtag promotion with all their social media. My core demographic are boozers, so maybe a water company wants to come on board to sponsor some water breaks. Hell, I am sure those app companies that make apps to prevent drunk texting/calling would pay me a princely sum to keep viewers from making a mistake. I could tell you more ideas, but I can’t give away my entire marketing plan here. I am pretty sure those douchebags from the Outback Bowl are reading.

·        Since we’re at least looking at next season for the first Meaningless Bowl, I hope to have some fans in the stadium. If so, I am bringing in some of the Bills Mafia to give lessons on how to properly pregame in the parking lot. Note to self; also find table sponsor.

·        Better rules. Since I am the presenting sponsor of the Meaningless Bowl-powered by Kevolution Theory, ICYMI- I have the responsibility to make this game as exciting as possible. And we do that by switching some things up. First change, no punts. That’s right; teams go for it every time. 4^th and 32 at your own 6? Tough titties, you’re throwing. Next, each team gets 1 (one) mulligan to use. Yep, one do-over on any play of their choice. Did butterfingers just fumble at the goal, and the other team run it back? You can erase that one play. However, for the purpose of the drinking game, it counts as two chugs. Them’s the rules.

·        Highlighting the seniors playing their last game. In some cases, there are top draft picks playing their last game before they get drafted and ruined by the Jets and Jags. BFD. Where’s the human interest in that? I think it’s a far more compelling to tell the stories of the other 97% of the players who will never play another football game. Sure, some can go on and play arena or XFL, maybe Lingerie. The cold fact here is that for just about every player, this will be the last game they play, and they will have to fall back on that degree to make a living. There’s your fucking human interest story. But we don’t stop there; no, the Meaningless Bowl presented by Kevolution Theory will be a class act. During the game, we will allow such players to tell us their next step. They get their moment, too. Imagine how meaningful it will be to the player and family for him to declare, “Hi, this is Vic Lagina, and after the game, I’ll be an account manager at Deloitte.”

·        AWS will make the football glow and leave a trail when thrown. Long live the Glow Puck!

·        Is it The Kevolution Theory Meaningless Bowl? The Meaningless Bowl presented by Kevolution Theory? Kevolution Theory presents the Meaningless Bowl? I should probably figure that out before I get the hoodies made. And you damn well know I am intentionally gonna spell it Bowel on some merch to create awareness and extra income. Ka-ching!

·        A good band for halftime. Unless I could get sponsors for the halftime “report” and have it take place live in the parking lot with the Bills Mafia in the background, screw it. I’d rather have a good band or two play. And, no, not the Foo Fighters.

·         No “aerial coverage” if my game is played in a dome. I never understood the point.

·        Entertaining prop bets at the bottom of the screen. Only if I can get sponsorship. We’re not going overboard here, just easy stuff. Bets like, will next play be run or pass? Will next reception be made by odd or even numbered jersey? Which coach will slam the phone down first? Was it your aunt or uncle who just got sick in the closet?

Who’s ready for some college football, right? Good luck watching the -ahem- Tax Slayer Bowl with their lameass rules.

26 Reasons Why You Would Vote For Me If I Was In The Debate

 The last few months, when I get recognized in public, it's always been the same two questions:

1) Sir, can you please stop urinating? The children can see you.

2) WTF ever happened to you running for President? We need you. This country needs you.

Both fair questions. So, dear readers, allow me to fill you in on my whereabouts the last few months. Like all of you, once the pandemic set in, I quarantined myself, used old socks as TP when I had to, became well versed in home brewing -prison wine-, gained 15 pounds and generally fell into the comfort of keeping my lazy ass home. Yet, I was heartbroken, as I continued to see our fair country continue to splinter apart. Instead of seeing this pandemic as a shining moment, we were left without leadership, with conflicting information, information that was slow in getting out, politics, division, fear, ignorance, brutality. At a time we all needed to be together, we were not; we were divided. It shattered me. Finally, about week or 7 or 8 (honestly, who's counting anymore), I raised myself off my couch/bed/video game chair, took myself to the bathroom, wiped off the Cheeto dust from my lumberjack beard and took a long, hard look in the mirror. Clearly, this country needed me. It's not like these dipshits here have ever voted a clueless putz with no previous experience into the highest office in the land. I found my resolve. I looked into that mirror, and in a low, Batman like tone, uttered, "FFuuuucckkkkkk this."

Like, seriously, even I don't know that I can #unfuck all this. Thsi seems like too much unfun work now. Conspiracy theories, bad cops, reporters jerking off, COVID numbers spiking back up, gathering crowds, social injustice, ignoring science. We're a shit show folks, a true shit show. And I don't know that I can fix this with PlayStation 5 about to come out.

Actually, it turns out you have to be on ballots, and get through primaries and other riff raff to actually be involved in these Presidential Debates. To be honest, the debates are kinda overblown. Your candidate of choice will always win in your eyes. The candidate not of your choosing will lose. We all have FB, we see it. They say these debates are for the "undecided." As I said in 2016, who dafuq can be undecided between these two? There are pretty clear differences. It's like comparing apple skin to orange skin. And these "undecided" dolts are the dullards most likely to decide this election. With that in mind, I am pretty sure these yahoos are my demographic. And while I won't be in the debate tonight, If I was, I have clear cut ideas that would sway me all the votes I need to become 46. So before y'all watch the debates, then post your propaganda on your socials, hear me out. Read the below. Then, instead of posting links to main stream media tonight, please link this brilliant political essay on all your socials so we can turn this around.

How I would win the debate:

1) If my donors raise enough campaign funds, I will audibly fart on stage.

2) I believe in science. I used to watch MythBusters all the time. In an unrelated note, there is a cabinet position waiting for you, Kari Byron. (Really, Kev, you’re still making Kari Byron jokes in 2020? Yes. Yes I am.)

And the answer is still.....no.

3) I never grabbed a woman by the pussy, nor smelled her hair in an unsolicited fashion.

4) Debates; two minute clock visible to candidates, audience, at home viewers. If at the end of the 2 minutes, you’re still talking, you get slimed. Keep going after that? Feathers. Still yapping? Honey. Then bees.  Thumb tacks. This can go on all night, folks. Mentos. Diet Coke.

5) I paid more than $750 in taxes last year. (And that’s just in sin tax.) 

6) I believe in climate change. I mean, it seems pretty basic to me, the more disgusting humans we populate the planet with, the more of a strain we put on Mother Earth. I don't even have kids (y'all welcome, BTW) but even I'm trying to leave it a better place. Stop being twats about this.

7) I will pick a suitable VP. TBD. And they will be working nights, weekends and holidays because that’s when I get my bad swerve on.

9) Speaking of, anyone know anyone who could be a good VP?

10) I don’t golf. Occasionally, a round of mini golf, but not these days.

11) I don’t Tweet.

12) I mean, really, if there’s one thing you can fairly say, I have better hair than either candidate. And I spend far less on it. True story, in September, I got my haircut for the first time in over two years. BECAUSE I AM A GODDAMNED PATRIOT!

"Need some trim, Kev?"
(Yes, this is a half naked dude. It's called courting the chick vote.")

 13) I'll have entrance music (by a band that approves me) and some pyrotechnics if appropriate.

14) I wouldn’t hire anybody from my family, because they’re all idiots.

15) I have no problem wearing a mask, not only will it protect myself, my loved ones and fellow Americans, it actually makes me look more attractive!

16) I won’t make up random numbers and vague statistics. Even though 87% of the populace agrees with me, and I have the support of many, many generals. Bigly generals.

17) I will hire an independent fact checking company to fact check both myself and the lose…uh…candidate, and publish those results real-time on my website.

18) I have the odd ability to actually answer the questions asked of me.

19) I wouldn't compete against Thursday Night Football. Even if it's a garbage NFC East matchup.

20) I, too, have no idea what Qanon is. I pretty much stopped watching the news when the pandemic hit. Are they some sort of WWE faction or something?

"Dang it, Cleetus! What did I tell ya? Take a look at that feller there. He's running them there pizza parlors with the young boys and all the Democrats. And the aliens; both intergalactic and dem dere illegals."

21) My town halls; 2 drink minimum for everyone. I will also have the debate drinking game displayed between myself and my opponent so we can also play along.

22) Invited members in my gallery; Kari Byron (grooming her for a cabinet position), Steve Austin (who gave the President a Stone Cold Stunner), Borat, Snoop Dogg (I don't think he says no to anything), Lisa Lampinelli  and my dog. Because, Americans, I can promise you the first thing I do when elected is put a dog back in the White House.

First Dawg Good Boy

23) BTW, is it still cool to call it the White House these days, or do we need to get woke to that, too?

24) I will announce the official "Sexy Kevolution Theory Presidential Costume." Comprised of flip flops, board shorts and a ratty concert t (feel free to add your own rum stains. RUM stains.), Proceeds will go to various women's benefits.

25) I won't use my persuasive powers for evil. To prove that, I will politely point out there is no #8 on this list. 

26) I'll insist the co-moderator will be Sister Mary Joseph, who taught me in 6th grade. So if myself or my opponent get out of line, she will wrap us about the knuckles with a wooden ruler.

I look forward to your vote!

#VoteForKev2020

#YWA

Lies I Told at Thanksgiving 2018

I don't like people. Doesn't matter if they are related to me or not. So, sometimes, being forced into actual conversation, I have to say some outlandish things just to survive. Things like:

We should all get together more often.

Good to know.

Oh, her? Yea, I dumped her ass. Last I heard, she got married to some guy with an accent named Harry and he knocked her up.

I don’t know what time all the football games start today.

I watched that Monday night game. Every second of it.

Regardless, I think we can all be glad the Eagles finally won a Super Bowl. Philly is a great sports town and deserved it.

This was actually from their last Thanksgiving game.

I got that promotion at work, I got several, actually.

My blog is wildly successful.

Is....is...that what I think it is on their heads? 

I don’t know who clogged your toilet.

Ha! I already started my Xmas shopping

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You losing weight?

Google "sexy pilgrim" and this is what you get.

Your thoughts on politics are fascinating. You need to put more of them on Facebook.

Benching 350 these days.

I ran a 5K this morning.

Please consider this an homage, Dave.

These yams are delish.

That wasn’t me; pretty sure it was the dog. She musta got into some bad scraps or something.

You mean you haven’t seen Hamilton? I’ve seen it. Twice. Got a Groupon.

No, I’m pretty sure I wore something different last year. I own more than one good shirt and one casual pair of pants, I’ll have you know.

Wait, you said you don’t have rum?! And there are screaming kids here? I mean, don’t worry about it, it’s all good. I’ll be fine.

I won’t be the drunk uncle this year.

I’m probably just gonna hole up and watch Hallmark Xmas movies all weekend. They are all just so unique and different and creative. I can’t get enough!

No, that's not a naked girl on my phone. This isn't even my phone. I think it's Dad's. Yo Dad, what up with this, dog?

Patriots Win; The Best AFC Game Jokes and Memes

I don’t have a dog in this race, but the best part of being a fan of either team is you have an excuse to get hammered. “My team’s in the conference final. Let’s party.” “My team won, let’s party!” “My team lost, let’s drown our sorrows.” Everybody wins.

I don’t care who wins this game, this is just training for eating like a hog in two weeks.

In an unrelated note, my use of napkins decreases proportionally when I wear hoodies. You’re welcome, Mother Earth.

Let's play a game; who's hotter? First image that appears for "hot Patriots girl"

Repping the Patriots

And GIS for "hot Jaguars girl"

Well played, Jags, 3 for the price of 1. Even though that is probably the same girl, still yes, yes and yes to be safe.

I could literally play this game all day long.

This is the closest Tony Romo has ever been to the Super Bowl. Suck on that, haters.

There is no actual word "bortle", let alone "Bortles." But it's still dang fun to say.

One day, I hope to have a beard as glorious as Matt Patricia.

New England only up by 3 at the end of one. Lost that bet.

Tom Brady telling cameramen to "get the fuck off the field." Guess they must be getting in the way of the Patriots cameramen.

If chicken wings were points, I'd be dominating this game.

How many bloody NCIS's are there?

If I ever owned a Mercedes, I'd have to name it Lewis.

In case you're not paying attention or those Boston Lagers are kicking in.

Jags winning 7-3.

Jags winning 14-3. This is all going to plan. I guess.

Gronk has his own Monster Energy drink. It has 52 freaking grams of sugar in it.

With 52 grams of sugar, how is there space for anything else?

I feel like I'm playing Madden against my nephew. And I'm the Patriots. Also, he is 4.

From what I can tell, Bortles isn't dating anyone right now, but was tapping this in college. Doesn't matter, if he wins this game, he's dating up anyway.

Guys, this is Lindsay Duke. I'll give you a minute to get to your bunk.

Gronk just got cracked in the head, and the commentators think he's "woozy." If you wanna see "woozy" watch me stumble to the pisser at halftime.

I like how these Diet Dr Pepper commercials have to let you know Justin Guarini is "Lil Sweet." Most people are like, "Screw Lil Sweet, who dafuq is Justin Guarini?"

At the half, Jags up by 4. Yup, all according to plan.

The following commercial spokespeople can please go DIAF; Verizon guy, Flo from Progressive, Paul from Sprint, Chevy guy.

But can we get back Erin Insurance. I don't have a manga thing, but I think I would have to give this a shot.

Admit it, you would.

Did you REALLY have to click that to see what DIAF meant?

Now that Aaron Rodgers is banging Danica Patrick, I doubt Clay Matthews is in an adjoining room.

Jags nail kick, up 7.

Jags nail another kick, up 10.

Gronk says, 'Screw it, I'm going to the bar."

I've really been enjoying Tony Romo's work as a broadcaster, but you know even he's thinking, "Blake Bortles??"

Jags take possession on a tight turnover call. Patriots fans thought the refs were supposed to be on their side.

For the life of me, I can't find anything about Pats fans being assholes. Meanwhile, in Philly they're already fighting each other and throwing beers at Vikes fans. (Yes, there will be links and vid in the NFC blog.) 

You know whoever loses this game will get the "At least you saved on your taxes" meme.

Pats get TD, down by 3, 8:44 to go. Yup, all according to plan.

ENOUGH WITH THE GODDAMNED HORN!

Miles Jack would be my ring name in the WWE.

And as soon as I wrote that, he got hurt.

After trailing for 56 minutes, the Patriots take the lead and the game.

The seal has been opened. The Illuminati have spoken.

The Best Super Bowl 51 Jokes

Wait a minute, your night ain't over, Champ. Sure, The Big Game is over, but the jokes aren't. Instead of posting all these beauts on social media, and them getting lost, I put 'em all here! In one place! So grab that Gatorade. Since I believe your recollection of the game to be "foggy at best" after all those beers, wings, nachos, poppers and secret shots you swiped from your hosts' liquor cabinet. I even have these chronologically, so it's like watching the Game all over again with your funniest, sharpest, smartest friend!  And here we go!

"I got the 0 and 0 block in the pool! Woot woot!"

PREGAME

Y’all should be protesting Budwesier because it’s a shitty beer is all I’m sayin’.

That's actually going IN to his mouth.

Instead of plowing down nachos and wings at every commercial break, I’ll be doing 10 pushups and 10 burpees. (This is how #AlternateFacts works, right?)

At halftime, the Patriots are leading and somehow the Browns are losing.

Hate on Joe Buck all you want, he could be worse. He could say, “Any now let’s got to Tony Siragusa.

"They're really hitting hard down here, guys."

The conspiracy theorist in me suspects the Super Bowl is just a front for the chicken wing barons.

Hmm, Eli Manning is at the game. Tom Brady seem mumbling, "ohhh shittt" under his breath.

I wonder if Tom Brady wore his "recovery sleepwear" last night? A true steal at a hundred frigging dollars!?! I don't think I could sleep if I knew I blew a Franklin on a shirt that was supposed to help me sleep in the first place. And why in the blue hell would you want to sleep next to freaking Giselle Bundchen??

"You spent how much on what??"

I appreciate that Spike is countering the Super Bowl with an all night marathon of Cops, then Jail. They just might as well do live shows from Boston and Atlanta tonight.

I wish Ving Rhames would narrate a day at my job.

Let's take a live look into what Buffalo fans are doing...

Aw, snap! You crazy Buffalo kids never change.

I don't know who Luke Bryan is, but I'm gonna hazard a guess he is everything that is wrong with country music and that's the first time he's sung without wearing a nasty ass old ball cap.

Is there any big budget movie where the world DOESN'T get blown up?

George Bush flipping a coin to make a decision is probably not the first President to do so.

FIRST QUARTER

Seeing as how I won a Fantasy league this year, I can imagine what these guys are feeling right now.

I am pretty sure that fly by was taped earlier. How would you know? 

Natty Ice better have some back end deal with Matt Ryan if he wins.

Maybe if they put as much work into commercials the rest of the year, they would sell more products?

Pretty sure today is Day 3 of a four day weekend in Atlanta and Boston.

Anyone else believe Arnold Schwa...Swart....Arnold has never played Mobile Strike in his life?

That's Julian Edelman's wife. No joke here. That's his wife.

0-0 at the end of one. BORING! Is there a hockey game on? I am sure all the Canadian teams are playing against each other.

SECOND QUARTER

Justin Bieber and Terrel Owens should not be on the same commercial together. I would think there's some sort of rule about how much "suck" can be in one commercial.

Freeman is the first player to score a TD. His jersey number? 24. That's some shrewd cross promotion there, Fox.

How late am I staying up tonight?

That is not the first time a good strip had lead to a solid score, ifyaknowwhatImean.

This game has been so bad, I'm actually peeing when Brady has the ball.Thank god this Dorito bag is empty.

After three holding penalties in a row, they really just call the next 3rd down "third and a hold."

Atlanta runs back a pick 6. Brady seen throwing a flag he had hidden in his jersey, looking for another holding call.

Did I miss the memo that said, "No funny commercials" this year. WTF? I can't do all the heavy lifting here.

"My eyes are up here."

This is apparently Danny Amendola's girlfriend. No wonder he usually has good hands.

At the end of the half it's Atl 21 NE 3. I wonder if that's the same score at the White House.

At the half, somehow the Browns are losing, too.

HALFTIME

Read my Gaga review. I swear, I don't know with the kids and their music these days. I guess Whitesnake and Marilyn Manson are passe these days. And I would damn sure check the field. A certain team could hide certain items to adjust the pressure of certain things in a certain way. But I can't be certain.

THIRD QUARTER

Sexy Mr. Clean will haunt my dreams tonight. What happened to the sickeningly skinny girls eating the calorie bomb Carl's Jr burgers for some eye bleach?

That's what I'm talkin' about. Quick trivia about these commercials; apparently there are hamburgers in them! I will have to watch again.

Atlanta scores another 7. It's not 28-3. Boston is ready to burn, Fox is ready to start 24 early.

Somewhere in a Kansas City Cracker Barrel, Andy Reid is going, "I like Belichick's play calling here."

Speaking of, Eagles fans are so desperate for a championship, they are now claiming Matt Ryan since he was born near Philly. No, dipshits, that's not how it works.

It only takes 43 minutes for the Patriots to score. AAANNDDDD Gost misses the kick.

Suddenly, Ryan's helmet stops working, he's sacked on the very next play. Hmmm....

FOURTH QUARTER

This game is just not good. It's not exciting, it's quite boring and the commercials suck. I guess this is what it's like to watch the World Series.

Pretty sure it was Dan Quinn who out Belichicked Belichick by flying Eli in first class.

Eli Manning; New York Giants Walter Payton Man of The Year recipient.

Eli Manning: Atlanta Falcons Walton Payton Man of The Year recipient.

8:24 to go and Atlanta turns it over for the first time in the playoffs. Brady sacked on following play. Drunks in Boston and Atlanta start to brown back in now. Amendola scores, Pats direct snap the two point conversion. We have a game, world still hates Pats fans, sky is blue, water is wet.

If I'm Dan Quinn (the Atlanta coach, please tell me you know that by now), I'm telling Ryan (you know who he is, right?) audible "OMAHA!" every play. Even runs.

Here is where the game will be won. If Atlanta plays to win, they will win. If they play to not lose, they will lose.

3:30 to go, Pats with the ball, down by 8. 2 plays and no flags against the Falcons. Pats convert the following 3rd and 10. The amounts of people calling out of work in Atlanta and Boston sky rockets.

Edelman makes awesome catch to keep drive alive. Anti Pats fans-you know, like everybody- groans like they've been here before.

This-no

This- yes

A million times, yes. And, oh yea, Patriots score, blah blah blah. Tie ball game.

The Atl back up QB bears a more than passing resemblance to Eli Manning.

And this is the first OT Super Bowl game. I'm glad I don't have any money on this game. Because I lost it all on the Puppy Bowl.

The heartbreak one team will suffer will only be made worse by the inevitable, hilarious memes that will soon follow.