Silky’s Sunday Blues: Super Sunday Edition

You can have Christmas, Thanksgiving, Narconon Day, or any other holiday people celebrate, and I’ll take Super Bowl Sunday over any of them.  This day marks the end of another season of the greatest sports organization in the world, plus it gives me an excuse to cook massive amounts of food, drink muchas cervezas, and watch the game with a house full of homeys.  I don’t have a horse in this year’s race, but I’d like to see the Saints erase all of those years spent toiling in inferiority.  My prediction is Saints 38, Colts 31.   

This was a great game, but the thing I remember most is one of my good friends being passed out the entire time; he woke up after “the play”, and the priceless look on his still-drunken face is something I’ll never forget:

Doug Williams proves the skeptics wrong, and becomes the first African American QB to lead his team to a Super Bowl victory:

Peyton Manning’s little brother throws up a no-look pass – seriously he had his eyes closed - and the Patriot’s pursuit of perfection is denied: