Sunday was the second-most important day of the NFL year: conference championship Sunday. And although sports analysts spent hundreds of hours dissecting the ins and outs of the teams, there isn’t a person in the world that expected the two deciding figures in the action to be Billy Cundiff and Kyle Williams
Super Bowl Sunday is almost upon us. Few events—in sports, in pop culture and in life—resonate with the nation enough to have a day set aside for as many people as Super Bowl Sunday. Hardcore football fans, casual sports fans, Black Eyed Peas fans, fans of commercials and anyone connected to any of those groups all come together for one Sunday of football.
And for once, I honestly don’t care who wins. At all.
I’ve been in a long-term relationship for a while now. It hasn’t been going well recently. Honestly, it’s on the verge of abusive for me. I know that all relationships have their ups and downs, but this one is really getting tough.
Instead, it’s about that lone outsider: Stanford’s own Jim Plunkett
Most every family or group of friends has its unique way of celebrating the Super Bowl, be it a special guacamole dip, a series of prop bets, or just a backyard barbeque. I say they are celebrating for a reason, because for all intents and purposes, the Super Bowl has become a national holiday…
How about that NFC Championship Game though? It started as a track meet and ended as an episode of “The Three Stooges” starring He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, Brad “I have less control of my team than the puppets Al Davis employs” Childress and the referees…