I happen to like Peyton Manning, so I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t rooting for the Saints on Sunday. But watching them celebrate on the field, watching the fans celebrate back in New Orleans, it became apparent how much they mean to so many people. And I started to think about what their victory means to me.
I wanted to write something about the Super Bowl because, well, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the Super Bowl. I was thinking some predictions and whatnot, maybe a little analysis thrown in for good measure. But IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve immediately hit a brick wall.
The problem is that this can tend to sort of be a niche site, and football isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really a part of my niche. If this were the Super Bowl of horror movies, or the Super Bowl of high school basketball Ã¢â‚¬â€œ which, uh, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m actually going to next week Ã¢â‚¬â€œ then I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have a problem. But itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the Super Bowl of football.