There is one who fought back from adversity to make it to the big stage, one who dedicates the game to his mom who worked four jobs to send him to State so he could have the opportunities she never did, one who is the grizzled vet who is grateful for the last chance to play in the big game before hanging em up, one who has been there before but this one is more special than the others, one who is used to the pressure but still finds a soundbyte worthy of the other team, one who isn’t intimidated and glad to have the moniker of underdog, one who needs to prove himself, one who has had a small time role but huge impact due to the intangibles he brings, and on and on it goes.

I hate the Super Bowl. It’s a shame, because it could be a really great time.