It’s Super Bowl weekend. Thank goodness; there’s nothing more annoying than wall-to-wall media coverage of the Super Bowl. Every Tom, Dick, and Stephen A. Smith in the sports world is down in Arizona, mostly producing coverage of the other people who have also arrived to cover or watch the event. It’s like watching CNN cover the Gaza Strip by rushing to the Egyptian border in
order to interview the BBC reporters. For two weeks now, every angle has been probed, every piece has been produced, every interview has been re-hashed, and every ironic-minded idiot has asked stupid questions or goofed on Media Day in the incredibly-mistaken
impression they were doing something original. I’m tired of it; let’s just play the football game so we can start talking about the Giants’ lack of pass rush, instead of whether Eli Manning is too much of a mama’s boy to win the Super Bowl.

(Announcer: “Thank you, Andy Rooney, for that grumpy and pointless commentary. And now, onto the weekend links!”)

*See what I mean? [DC Sports Bog]

*At this point, we must consider the possibility that EDSBS’s Spencer Hall / Orson Swindle is a super-duper comedy savant of some kind. Here’s his recap of ex-Georgia Tech defensive coordinator Jon Tenuta’s job interview with new boss Charlie Weis. If you don’t laugh, don’t worry, but know this: I hate you.

*Remember Donyell Marshall? He’s found a role with Cleveland: comic relief. [TrueHoop]

*The NHL blogosphere’s talking heads get together on The FanHosue and agree: the first 15 years of Gary Bettman seemed more like 1500. In purgatory.

*Speaking of media coverage from the Super Bowl, here’s the Kansas City Star’s Joe Posnanski, letting us know what a Larry King column would look like if Larry wrote three paragraphs for every thought. The whole thing’s worth it, though, for Posnanski’s random imagining of the pitch meeting for The Flying Nun.

*If lightning hits Roger Goodell on Sunday and a flood cancels the Super Bowl, don’t say you weren’t warned.

*Ah, the definitive history of Bud Bowl (from mental_floss). I can remember talking more about the results of Bud Bowl than about the actual Super Bowl with my friends. We were nine years old at the time. How Joe Camel got singled out, I’ll never know.

Tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday, the secular Christmas; here’s hoping that, unlike the real holidays, you get to spend this one with people you actually like. (Note to any family members reading this: I’m kidding!) Let’s finish with the end of a poem:

*And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
“The Patriots to cover, and to all a good night!”

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