Seeing that in my first blog I predicted a Seahawks win, I’m forced to at least say a few words. I write this on my way back from Portland after watching the Super Bowl with friends in the Rose City. I haven’t had the stomach to read the sports page yet today.
I can only imagine the headlines - “The Bus goes out in style,” “Three plays win game,” and “One for the thumb.”
How about, “Officials sport new uniforms – black and yellow pinstripes.”
I jumped out my seat on more than one occasion watching the Seahawks drive up and down the field on Pittsburg's fumbling defense only to watch in disbelief as Seattle was jacked in the worst officiated Super Bowl I've seen.
The pass interference call against Seattle in the end zone was like calling Michael Jordan for traveling in Game 7 of the NBA finals. Did you see that love tap? Ah, position.
And let’s see - a penalty on the quarterback for tackling a defensive back below the knees after an interception. What?
And let’s not even talk about the goal-line stand. Can we say 4th and inches? Yes, it was 4th and inches. Finally, when the officials almost called Hasselback for a fumble in the 4th Quarter while the Steels celebrated with four minutes left to go I accepted the Seahawks loss to the almighty Steelers in what I’m calling “The tickety-tack the ref’s on crack Super Bowl XL.”
Yes, two missed field goals, dropped passes, bad coaching – yeah, yeah, yeah.
Believe it, or not I’m not a fanatical football fan. Well, yes I am.