Every Tom, Richard and Harry has an opinion on who will win the big game (that’s Super Bowl XLIII for those of you living in a cave). Well, I’m no Tom, Richard or Harry people, I’m a John (read the by-line). And since this is my magazine, that allows me to babble all I want about football. Plus, being a Detroit Lions fan for the better part of my life entitles me to millions of sympathy reads.
Here are my random thoughts for Super Sunday:
If I hear that one more time that the Steelers had the #1 ranked defense in the NFL this year, I’m going into my imaginary barn, pulling my imaginary pitchfork off the wall, sitting on my imaginary bale of hay and stabbing myself repeatedly in my imaginary groin. Everything gets reset at playoff time. And the last time I checked the best defense in the playoffs belongs to the team with the best offense in the playoffs: the Arizona Cardinals. And the last time I checked, Carrot Top’s career is God’s cruel joke.
Know what’s the ultimate justifier of who will win a Super Bowl? MOMENTUM. No team on earth right now is hotter than the Arizona Cardinals. And heat melts Steel. That’s all you need to know. Hell, you don’t even need to watch the game now. So on Sunday at 6:28 pm, turn off the TV. Go for a brisk walk. Bake a Bundt cake. Hell, build an ark out of Ivory soap and gather up African animals in pairs. I don’t care. Just read the paper on Monday morning and see that I was right. But don’t feed the zebras any nachos.
For a snack on Sunday, I think I’m going to toss some chick peas with lemon, olive oil and garlic. I like chick peas.
You can’t blitz Kurt Warner and expect to contain this offense. Warner had a 103.1 QB rating vs. the blitz in the regular season. Oh…that’s right…everything is reset in the playoffs. Warner’s rating vs. the blitz in the postseason? Even higher. His release in the pocket is faster than Bill Clinton dropping his pants around rotund interns.
The Cards will go in a spread formation and this will force the Steelers to go into nickel or dime packages all damn day. And it STILL won’t be enough to stop Fitzgerald deep, Breaston wide, Boldin crossing in the slot and Hightower/James in the flat. Ok, so I just like using words like spread, deep, wide and flat in one paragraph. Sue me.
Just for making that stupid Fathead commercial a few years ago, Ben Roethlisberger deserves to lose this game, get fined a career’s worth of salary and get locked in a doorless room for the entire offseason with Carrot Top (note to search engines: please direct all people searching for “Carrot Top” to this article).
Long story short: having the Cardinals in the Super Bowl is like banging a supermodel while Jesus whispers winning lotto numbers in your ear as Haley’s Comet whizzes by your bedroom. This is a one-in-a-quintillion occurrence and you want to be a play-it-safe pansy and root AGAINST the Cards?!?!? Don’t be an ungrateful slug. So bang that model. Thank that Lord. And make sure the supermodel blindfolds you because I hear the comet is really bright. Football is so kinky, isn’t it?
Go Cardinals!!!
-John Lavallo





