Forget about Da Bears. This Super Bowl Sunday was all about Peyton Manning and Da Colts. Some thoughts on the big game and its surrounding hoopla:

I couldn't be happier for Manning and Tony Dungy. Those guys are the class of the league, and they've had so much bum luck up until this season. It really seems like a case of the good guys overcoming adversity and ending up on top, as corny as that sounds. I've got to believe the rest of the country (save for those poor Polish sausage eaters in Chicago) feels the same way. And if the feel-good story angle doesn't work for you, consider the alternative to a Colts victory: Rex Grossman hoisting the Vince Lombardi trophy for Da Bears. That warped fiction would be enough to make you appreciate Indy's championship.

Speaking of Grossman, he still looks like a puzzled little kid. With all due respect to Manning, Grossman was the Colts' MVP yesterday. Still, although Manning didn't turn in his finest performance yesterday, it would have taken a mammoth effort from anyone else to pry the MVP award from him (Grossman notwithstanding). I'm so glad Manning can now avoid the fate of Dan Marino. (Did you notice Marino awkwardly making fun of himself during his pregame interview with Manning? I feel awful for the guy.)

Forget about Da Bears. This Super Bowl Sunday was all about Peyton Manning and Da Colts. Some thoughts on the big game and its surrounding hoopla:

I couldn't be happier for Manning and Tony Dungy. Those guys are the class of the league, and they've had so much bum luck up until this season. It really seems like a case of the good guys overcoming adversity and ending up on top, as corny as that sounds. I've got to believe the rest of the country (save for those poor Polish sausage eaters in Chicago) feels the same way. And if the feel-good story angle doesn't work for you, consider the alternative to a Colts victory: Rex Grossman hoisting the Vince Lombardi trophy for Da Bears. That warped fiction would be enough to make you appreciate Indy's championship.

Speaking of Grossman, he still looks like a puzzled little kid. With all due respect to Manning, Grossman was the Colts' MVP yesterday. Still, although Manning didn't turn in his finest performance yesterday, it would have taken a mammoth effort from anyone else to pry the MVP award from him (Grossman notwithstanding). I'm so glad Manning can now avoid the fate of Dan Marino. (Did you notice Marino awkwardly making fun of himself during his pregame interview with Manning? I feel awful for the guy.)

This romantic shot of Manning and Dungy transitions neatly into my next point: What was the deal with that Snickers commercial? I love ridiculous premises, but that Lady and the Tramp moment was a little outrageous, even for me. Highlights among the mostly disappointing ads:

-The Jim Gaffigan/Michael Ian Black Sierra Mist commercials, especially the "beard combover" ad.

-The Robert Goulet ad.

-The Bud Light rock, paper, scissors ad.

-K-Fed, of course.

-The Dave-Oprah loveseat.

I don't care what people say, the Prince halftime show was only OK. First of all, why is he doing nearly all covers when he has one of the most expansive catalogs of quality material of any active musician? And if he's going to do covers, I guess I understand doing classics like "Proud Mary" and "All Along the Watchtower," but throwing some latter-day Foo Fighters song in the mix? Why not just throw in some Everclear or "Glycerine" while you're at it? Very strange indeed, but still much better than that Cirque du Soleil thing before the game.

Anyway, mad props for the Colts, and let's brace for seven months without football. It's going to be rough, but I think I might actually get used to unchaining myself from the TV on Sundays.