Somebody emailed me a link to a story by CBS' Mike Freeman regarding how the head coaches in this year's Super Bowl seem to lack the charm and class exhibited by the coaches in last year's Super Bowl. Freeman, desperately trying to sound witty:
The hate is back baby!
Tom Coughlin: screamer; short tempered; high blood pressure; looks like his head will explode any second; drill sergeant wanna-be; cuddly as a squirrel just exposed to a live wire.
Bill Belichick: resembles a man just told his cat was stuffed into a dryer; hard driver; punks the media; balls of steel; has been called Darth Vader. Blood does not run through his veins, carbonite does.
We have never seen two head coaches in the Super Bowl era viewed by so many in the public as first-class jerks.
But what to call this year's Super Bowl festivus? Hmmm ...
The Ass---- Bowl?
The Grumpy Old Men Bowl?
The Jerk Bowl?
The Bill Polian Bowl?
The Pr--k Bowl?
The Jackass Bowl.
That's it. That's perfect. The Jackass Bowl. TJB XLII for short.