Defenestrating Thoughts from the Bivouac

Since the Steelers missed the playoffs, I haven’t been too interested in the NFL playoffs outside of hoping that teams or players who I don’t like lose. So far, though, the final scores have been anything but helpful.

In the wild-card round, only one of four games went the way I wanted — the Giants lost. In the next round, two of the four — the Eagles and Seahawks lost. In the conference championship round just one of two — the Saints lost. Overall, four out of ten. This either means that I dislike good teams, or I just have bad luck.

Either way, for the Super Bowl, I’m hoping for the following:

1. Whoever makes guacamole know what he is doing.
2. The commercials aren’t bad. (If a product that has a bad commercial, I’ll try to boycott them for the next month.)
3. Peyton Manning loses.

I can’t quite explain it, but for some reason I don’t like Manning. I think it’s because the announcers love him and, in their eyes, he can never do wrong. And you know how much I hate stupid announcers and their brain cell killing observations: “If they didn’t tackle him, he would have scored a touchdown.”

So rooting against Manning, in a way, is like rooting against the bad announcers. Go Bears!