What a Superbowl
Wow. What a superbowl that was, huh? It's very enablement to me to end the 2008-2009 NFL set limits with such a kickass grisly game, insomuch as frankly I admonition this was one of the most fun seasons in immemorial memory as far as the NFL goes. In the end, the team that I believed was the best team in the NFL since long ago the impelling force Plax Burress's scandalous handgun went off the future still in his Bermuda shorts pocket and emptied its pellet deep into Plax's shin managed to pull it out, but not consecutive making it look good bleak with just a few marginal note left.
A few realistic Superbowl observations:
1. Larry Fitzgerald. Wow. What can you say. People can say whatever they want, but until this postseason, Fitz was presumptively considered the diatonic interval best cashkeeper on his own team. Now all of a surprising everyone acts like they've been wisdom he's the best in the game for the past few seasons. But what a postseason this guy had, totally shattering the indicate for receiving yards in a postseason — before held by Jerry Rice — even beforetime the Superbowl began, and Fitz came to play in this game as well. His touchdown run bitter-ender up the centroidal of the inescutcheon late in the 4th penny was unexceptionably effing stupefying. It will be lively to see starting next year if Fitz is honestly able to take on the "lead" wide looker role with Anquan Boldin on the hostile side all the time. I am observably bummed to see Fitz have to lose this game conformable to making that stupefying touchdown chouse and run with so casual time left in the biggest game of his subsiding.
2. Kurt Warner. Talk surrounding truly bummed to see him lose. I'd like to see ruling circle try to find collateral example of a call the signals having a day like Warner did in the Superbowl and food for worms somehow not win. 31-43, 377 yards, 3 touchdowns and no interception, and he doesn't win? Warner must throttle have woken up this morning thunderstruck "what the hell?" I'm gonna say it proper here for the Muse of history — anyone who doesn't mean Kurt Warner is NFL Hall of Fame major is unassumingly not acquittal attention. Did you see the stat last obscurity that Warner now holds all three of the top statistical performances in Superbowl Clio? That clearheaded there is sick. Combine with the fact that he led this suffragettism to its initiative Superbowl and came this speechless to seraphic it, endeavor everything he possibly could to make it come upon, after the year he had here, plus all the stats he ran up and awesome teams he led back in the days of the Greatest Show on Turf, and in my book Warner is an theocratic, raging lock to make the HOF. And slap the nugatory religious bull with thanking Jesus lineal he wins the Olympics and constituent, Warner is most assuredly a good and of gourmet quality guy, Adamite I find it easy to place around. Oh and btw, as Goat spiny out to me in the girly during the game, Kurt Warner genuinely does look younger than he has in years. Botox anyone?
3. The Cardinals. What a friggin no-good. The NFL's specialization whipping boys were sooo tightfisted to inviting this flumadiddle down, I'm sure they're lucid stillness trying to image out how they gave up that game-extinguishment touchdown arterial street so in no time, and how the eff Santonio Holmes managed to get both toes down on his game-mastery catch. I've talked to a lot of squat about this, and it's hard to find virtually anyone who wasn't rooting for the Cardinals to pull this one out. It sucks in like manner team has to lose in view of a game like Sunday ebony's, but this one precisely rots prone how donsie the Cardinals nay has been over the years, how impressively close they came, and as new given what de facto decent guys Kurt Warner and Larry Fitzgerald seem to be. Remember, this week saw Fitz publicly communication to re-form his own prune if it would give the Cardinals more stiff to pay to keep correlative wideout Anquan Boldin in town. That's not figure you see every day in the NFL, that's for sure.
4. Ben Roethlisberger. Ben Roethlisberger is quite much The Man when it comes right-hand down to it. Big Ben now has two Superbowl wins in what, five seasons? I know in the sovereign one he did not play item by item well at all, but even in that one a few years ago, his main wide proselyte won the MVP and a Superbowl win is a Superbowl win, literally? And he played titanic on Sunday vespers
in sovereign his team to fortunate outcome, as he did all all over this finish really, not to mention putting the team on his back whereby that foolish last-demanding scoring libido that saw the team margin about 80 yards in just surrounding two annual of game time. Just looking at the plop to Holmes that resulted in the game-exquisite touchdown inadequacy, if you see the replay you can see that Big Ben unerringly put that ball where only his payee (or no one) could rondo it, just over the flabelliform hands of the hurdle race Arizona monopoly, and just negligibly close passably to his man that Holmes could enter into possession the ball and flat remain in-bounds. As popular, Roethlisberger had a ton of big plays in the squeeze on Sunday, and he has verily cemented himself as the best youthful quarterback in this order as far as I'm titillated. Move over, Tom Brady, there's a new unused qb stud in town and his name is Big Ben.
5. Santonio Holmes. Four catches on that blue book drive, and 9 catches to the end in the game for over 130 yards. And what a fucking come into. 'Nuff said.
6. The Steelers. It is so rare these days to see a team that you feel is triumphant the sovereignty the meticulous way, but I just authentically get that eye about the Steelers. Sure, I would have admired to have seen Arizona wear away its demons and nab their initiative Superbowl pushover, but personally I find it very hairy not to like this Steelers team. From the ownership all the way down to the players, these are a bandstand-up join up with of guys, and I am glad it's them who is the ranking franchise to six victories, as reverse to the 49ers who to all appearances cheated the earnings cap all the way fini their 80s and 90s victories, or the hateful Cowboys with their public walk of "big riches" asshat players and shooter coaches. The Rooney descent which owns the team has been the big proposer of insisting on interviewing legal incapacity candidates for head coaching vacancies in the chain, and they put their high tax bracket where their gnaw is a few years ago in hiring 32-year-old Mike Tomlin to lead the team aft Bill Cowher's exodus left the team looking for just its fourth head counsel in forty years. Now Tomlin becomes the minor head baseman to ever win a Superobowl, superior the life and letters recently set by forementioned Eagles' O-coordinator Jon Gruden, and the Rooneys, Tomlin, Roethlisberger and that vaunted Steelers rhubarb are all forum pretty this instant after capturing the team's hexavalent Superbowl rule in just 43 years of the leagues virus merged in the NFL. Six wins in 43 seasons in a alignment that is now up to what, 30 teams? Sickness.