Revel in it, roll in it, snort it, sniff it, rub it all over yourself. Snow angels anyone?
Who doesn't want this Super Bowl to end in an indisputable tie in which the super good guys, the stellar quarterbacks, the dreams of a community, New Orleans Saints' Drew Brees and Indianapolis Colts' Peyton Manning fight to a standstill?
The nation is shook up, standing on its ear, amazed because all those fairy tales, those John Wayne westerns, those people in flyover lands like Indianapolis or Mardi Gras lands like New Orleans were right: good guys can still win it all.
Pay no attention to those idiots behind the curtain trying to steal this shining, brilliant moment with threats to shut down the game over labor talks, or injury photos as excuses as to why they lost, or "Sure, I had a gun in my pants, but how I shot myself, I just don't know" quotes.
This is our time, our game, our time to rejoice in these two teams, these two quarterbacks, these two offenses, these two coaches, these two cities.
All NFL fans need to hold up their heads, their hands, their voices and say: "This game is our game and we love it."
Do we really care who wins the game? Manning and Brees, the consummate professionals, the guys who not only believe in their profession, but in their communities, their country, and their world.
Manning and Brees. Would you deny your daughter dating one of them, would you not like your son to be like them, wouldn't you like them as neighbors?
The teams. Lord help us decide between men we want as friends, and citizens, and community builders.
The very essence of sport, the call for good, strong, courageous men to engage in fair combat, is upon us.
Was there ever a sporting event in history when so many of us want you to play your hearts out, stay safe, and just have fun?
There's no rooting for a winner in this Super Bowl. We won long ago with the class, the pride, the professionalism of these two teams.
This Super Bowl defines what team sports should be and we are just fortunate to watch.