Super Bowl Mania

I'm not insane, if you're wondering. Just down with a case of SUPER BOWL MANIA! No, I'm joking. Ok, fine, I watch it ocassionaly, mostly for the commercials, and I am rooting for the Pats this year. So it's going to be beginning really soon, so I want to get this over with.
I am not a die hard fan. I won't be willing to stand outside the stadium 24 hours before the game actually starts or drive to Indy three weeks before Sunday. Somehow this once a year craze seems to have the nation in its grip every February. Guys buy giant foam fingers and cheese hats and a big bucket of KFC wings. Women roll their eyes sarcastically at their husbands and peek at the football players out of the corner of their eyes and wonder why they're stuck with the big fat office jerk that their husband is.
I prefert to continue living normally, thank you very much. I'm content to living without hearing moans and groans and screaming and yelling going on downstairs. And I like having some more peace and quite to write this entry in. BTW, have you checked out Hyperbole and Half yet? You should. Allie Brosh is what I aspire to be in life but probably never will be due to the lack of a creative spark. If there's ever someone you want to look for a good laugh in, she's the lady.
In other news, some people I know won't stop fighting over who's going to win. Every day, it's "No, the Patriots are going to win." "No there not!" "Yes they are!" "No!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes!". You get the idea. I swear, they won't be able to get along until the end of the big game and then some. If I honestly thought that a Giants and a Patriots fan could live together in peace a week to the big game, I would be crazy.
This may be a really short entry because I really can't think of anything substantial to write about other than what I've already said. So I'll sign off with a QOD

Who do you want to win the SuperBowl?