Bummer. What was hyped to be a matchup of unstopable force vs. immovable object turned out to be turnover-filled failure. It’s always great to end the NFL season with a great game. It’s a fitting finish to four months of exciting finishes, great plays, and drama. But unfortunately, Super Bowl XLI really didn’t have much in the way of any.

First of all, congratulations to the Colts. I type this feeling happy for Peyton Manning and especially Tony Dungy. Manning has put up phenomenal numbers his entire career and for the most part, has given us zero reason to dislike him. He got the Super Bowl monkey off his back, which is one of the things that was holding him back from being recognized as one of the game’s all-time elite. But a smile couldn’t hurt. Stop smirking you bastard.

Dungy also deserves tons of credit. You saw how much this meant to him when he stood on the podium. You saw how much his players cared for him when they carried him to midfield. For what he’s gone through, a win last night was a nice reward for a great coach.

I didn’t like the Bears gameplan. I loved Thomas Jones and how he played last night, I just don’t think he got enough carries. Had he ran more, I think the deep passes to Bernard Berrian could have opened up. But they never even went vertical until Grossman’s awful desperation heave in the 4th quarter. The Bears’ defense started off aggressive and brought pressure but then backed off…why?

For some weird reason, despite our lack of updates yesterday, we had a real good day traffic-wise. The reason? Some people hate the Super Bowl. Two people reached our site through Google Blog searches of “Super Bowl Sucks”. Another reached the site by searching “Super Bowl Coverage Sucks”, which fits well with Rich’s article from Friday.

Besides from Devin Hester’s electrifying kickoff return for a score, my favorite part of Super Bowl XLI was Prince’s performance. The Rolling Stones were dismal last year but I thought Prince was phenomenal. The constant guitar changes, covers of other songs, and shredding to “Purple Rain”while standing in the rain was extremely badass. But where the hell was 1999 or Little Red Corvette?