Rematch 42

At the start of Superbowl 42, I hated the mechanized perfection of the Patriots, and was glad the Giants ended what might have been extraordinary in football history. For 46 I care less, if I have my numbers right, but I would trade all the hype, hoopla, the overblown marriage between the NFL and Hollywood, the celebration of our crass warrior materialism, for a good and even brutal game, regardless of football dementia. I say we should return to the aggressive punishment the sport used to have. Give me blood. Beat the living shit out of Brady and retire him (oooooo).