I laughed as I watched them crush the Ravens for the third time this year. Lil' Joe Flacco ain't quite the hotshot everyone thought he was.

The problem with the Super Bowl is that I don't hate the Cardinals. It's great to see a team that has never gone to the Super Bowl make it that far. And from what I gather, Kurt Warner is a pretty good guy. But in the context of the game next Sunday, I have to hate them - because I love my Steelers.

At halftime I was ready to turn the game off and go to bed. Roethlisberger was playing like a retard. Our entire offense sucked. Only our defense kept the score reasonable, but at 13-3, things weren't looking promising. Players were being carted out left and right -- the Steelers lost nearly all their running backs, and lots of starters were injured.

You know who really needs to lay off the roids? Ray Lewis.

But the Steelers came out the second half, during which I was actually trying to fall asleep. But I resumed paying attention to the game when things had completely turned around for the Steelers. They took over, took the lead, and even made the game really exciting by taking it to overtime. And in the end they pulled it off.

I'm happy to see us beat the Ravens, mostly because the Ravens suck.

Before I go any further, let me warn you: despite the fact that I enjoy watching football, that in no way means I know what I'm talking about. If you really want to hear someone that knows what they're talking about, go visit my brother, who's developing a sports blog and is much more knowledgeable and I am.

Since the Steelers game was on at 8:15pm, I had time to watch the Patriots and the Jets go at it. To be honest, I didn't care at all who won or lost in that game. I'd be happy to see the Patriots lose, because they're nothing but a cheating pack of cocky assholes. And while it's a bummer to see people get hurt, a grin crossed my face when I heard little Tommy Brady was out for the season.

And I would have been happy to see the Jets lose because of that washed-up out-of-retirement greedy egomaniac Brett Favre. And let's get one thing straight: it should be pronounced FAV-ER. Not FARV. It's like me saying that my name is spelled C-O-R-E-Y, but's it's pronounced NARVARCTIM. Anyhow, Brett looked old and tired yesterday, and his quarterbacking sucked; and while the quarterbacking on the Patriots' end wasn't anything to crap your pants about either, it was at least slightly better.

So, in the end, it was the Patriots and I really didn't care.

That evening, I finally got to sit down and watch my Steelers in wonderful HD. Unfortunately, I got to see all of about 5 plays before my power went out because of the high winds blowing up from that hurricane that blew through Texas the other day. The power was out all night, so I couldn't enjoy the massacre of the Browns. What a ripoff!

But I had no doubts that the Steelers could murder the Browns yet again. I even had dreams last night - I kid you not - where I was checking the scores, seeing that the Steelers had won. One web site in my dream reported that the score was 143-7. I'll be damned.