Dave Edwards and It’s Just my Take, 2-9-24
What does Super Sunday mean to you? Huh, good question.
First of all–I wish it was on Saturday night instead, since staying up until 9p is kinda tough when you roll out as early as I do. Plus, you’d have considerably less blurry-eyed people on Monday morning that stayed at parties way too late. And, our systems would have an extra day to adapt from hitting the taco bar and buffalo ranch dip too hard.
The game itself can be an outlier. Sure, we get exciting contests that often come down to an Adam Vinatieri kick, but, we also get the dogs like the recent Pats-Rams game or virtually any Vikings appearance in the big game.
One thing is for certain. I do not buy into the 72 hours of pre-game hype that seems to dominate recent games. I usually start tuning in about 45 minutes before the game, usually after the fluff piece about the area hippo at the zoo who predicted the winner by snarfing a watermelon with the team’s logo cut into it.
K.C. and San Fran seems like it could be classic. I’ll go K.C. in a slight upset, 30-26. Oh, and I predict at least 13 Taylor Swift sightings…that’s her lucky number, by the way.
