It happened four days ago and I am here to deliver the Super Bowl 48 recap.  I will be blunt honest here.  I am going back in time and giving you a pure rant.   A list of things I will take away from this game, the next day and how I feel about it.   You have heard at least 25 different accounts of the game by now.  Neither have been this direct or unfiltered.  I won’t bore you with hesitation or stats.  Just my take.

My team lost.  There, I said it.  I was rooting for Peyton Manning to win his 2nd ring and climb into the top 5 QB’s of all time conversation and create words about the greatest arm of all time.   So much for that theory.    Manning and his Mile High horses got caught in a storm of Seahawks fiery vengeance and basically got sonically(my own word and ode to the city’s former basketball team) bitch slapped across the forehead.   Forget the Legion Of Boom.  Manning and company got tortured on Sunday in Super Bowl 48.  Believe me, as I downed the 32nd buffalo chicken sauce dipped chip, Manny Rameriz flung a high snap over Manning’s head and the route was on.   The game of “they are still in it” began with less than a minute gone and before a Broncos fan could find chocolate covered strawberries, the score was 22-0.  Knife, inserted into shoulder, and twisted.   NOOOOO!!!

The commercials didn’t help.   An overweight Laurence Fishburne trying to bring back Morpheus and the exploding city didn’t work and neither did the overly sappy Coke commercials.   The best commercial, the Mountain Dew/Dale Earnhardt spot, came on before the game even started.   The Budweiser ad was kind of sweet and featured a real soldier family but there weren’t a lot of laugh out loud commercials to balance one of the worse blowouts in Super Bowl history.  Blame the Seahawks lazy fourth quarter coverage for revoking the shutout.   And one more thing, Bud Light, please don’t show us the entire 3 minute 45 second commerical before game day.   By the time it aired, it was chopped, confusing and all together horrible.   Arnold should be ashamed of himself.  Back to the game…..

Look, Manning is my favorite player and someone I really admire a lot.   Sure, he puts his face everywhere on television but I’d rather see him hawk Papa Johns disgusting pizza than see one more Ray Vinson/Bernie Federko high five.   Manning is funny, classy, and takes a loss better than most.   When he was getting pounded yesterday, you never saw him chew a teammate out or look like a forgotten diva.  He stood there, helmet strapped to the head, shoulders high and held a thought in his head that a miracle could happen.   Sorry, Peyton, it didn’t.   The Seahawks rolled and punished Peyton.   They sacked him once but collided with his throwing motion twice, resulting in an interception for 6 points and a fumble.   Peyton didn’t throw a duck on his own.  He was helped by a man named Cliff Avril, who got a hold of his shoulder/arm at least 3 times and caused broken pass attempts or complete doom.   Kam Chancellor and Malcolm Smith intercepted Manning.  Byron Maxwell and Chris Clemons forced fumbles.   Richard Sherman and Earl Thomas made sure Demaryrius Thomas, Eric Decker and Wes Welker never created game breaking receptions.   At the end of the brutal affair, the Seahawks defense made sure Peyton Manning not only didn’t receive his 2nd ring, but they gave him nightmares about how he missed it.  A shamefully horrible night to be rooting for the Denver Broncos.

I’m not being mean here.  It was hard to watch.   Let me provide a little perspective.  My birthday was today and the Super Bowl basically subs as my B-day party every year.  I have gotten some pleasant treats around this time of year.  Two Eli/Giants upsets over Tom Brady.   An unfortunate miss by Kurt Warner with the Cardinals.   The Springsteen crotch moment and AARP meeting with The Who.   A mixture of blood, toxin and great nights.   Last night, I got a headache, ate too much and looked drained by halftime.   At the very least, I wanted a good game and didn’t get anything close to it.  I got a slaughter.   I saw New Jersey get darker than the night The Sopranos faded to black.

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