I had it. I had this Super Bowl pegged. On Friday, I said, Colts 34-17 (actual final 29-17). If Tony Dungy and the Colts didn’t decide to go ultra conservative 1/2 through the 4th Quater, it would have wound up 32 – 17 (including the two called 4th Quarter interceptions by Rex Grossman).
The only thing I really didn’t have quite right, was I thought this game was going to be more competetive. In the end, it wasn’t even really as close as the score indicates (and probably different than somebody who picked the Bears will say, considering the score was . The Colt’s manhandled the Bears, something I never expected. But in the end, I still my prognostication was close enough in detail to brag about.
I guess, I wish I had more on the line than just my prognostications. But honestly, I really didn’t care all that much. Heck, I didn’t even turn on the game until the third Quarter. Why? Because, I am a Daddy that is wrapped around his little girl’s finger, and we watched the Scooby Bowl Marathon on the Cartoon Network until her bed time.