Happy Super Bowl week everyone! Take a break from being upset over failed New Years resolutions and holiday weight gain and be happy; after all, tis the season for funny multi-million dollar commercials, the Super Bowl shuffle and nip-slips (Googling any of those should put a smile on your face).

This is the one time of year everyone is a football fan, die-hard college football devotees try their hand at NFL football betting, and the effeminate guy in the cube across from me actually knows the names of the teams (he’s going for the Colts; Black and Gold was so last year).

Will the Saints finish their run toward destiny and bring the Title home to New Orleans or lose and wither away into another 42 year drought? The Colts have won at will this year while toying with those who have fought them late into the game but have they played anyone like the Saints? You have to believe that for the Colts to lose, it has to be totally out of the hands of Peyton Manning. I used to hate Peyton (I know hate is a strong word but he played for UT, so…) but have gained a lot of respect and admiration for him now that I’m older. And the better he is, the better it sounds to say “well, he never beat Florida!” Of course the one thing Manning can’t do is stop the Saints from scoring points. Enter All-Pro defensive end Dwight Freeney. What? Uh-oh, could be an interesting night.

The Super Bowl is great because it gives us all something to talk about. It’s two quarterbacks who have thrown for nearly 9,000 yards this season. It’s the Championship history of the Colts against the rally cry of the City of New Orleans. Johnny U versus Archie. Sobriety versus Bourbon Street. It’s whatever you want it to be, so long that we all agree on one thing; we shall eat, drink and be merry.

So go ahead, buy that big TV you’ve had your eye on, go to a sportsbook and bet a hundred bucks on the team your buddy hates and get drunk on a Sunday night. It’s ok. It’s the Super Bowl.