So, my hangover is finally over. I turned on CBS at 11 last Sunday morning, after watching Sykes and Belling, and didn't move until the game was over, which seemed like midnight.

That's a lot of football, but it was the final fix until next season, since I will only watch the NFL Pro Bowl if PBA Pro Bowling gets cancelled.

I have now slept, showered, said hello to my wife and dog and I have gathered my thoughts about Super Bowl XXVIIXIXYZWM or whatever.

Here we go:

Remember before the last football season when there was all that doubt about Brett Favre coming back to the Packers? And how the airwaves were filled with talk of trading him to a team that needed a quarterback to get to the Super Bowl. Can you imagine what the Bears would have been like with Favre at quarterback instead of Rex Grossman? If Grossman should suddenly be murdered in his sleep, I'd guess that Brian Urlacher might be the prime suspect.

I wonder who was in charge of the pre-game feature stories sprinkled throughout the telecast. Whoever it was is obviously a big, big fan of soap operas. I have never seen less about football and more about how can we pull tears from viewers than I saw on CBS. They did Samkon Gado going to Nigeria to help kids, Derrick Brooks, working in Florida to help kids, Hines Ward, going home to Korea and helping kids, Walter Payton, dying and his legacy helping kids, Brian Piccolo dying and his legacy helping kids, Bill Walsh being sick and helping spawn almost every current head coach, Everson Walls giving up a kidney for former teammate Rod Springs, the wonderful family of Thomas Jones, and one or two others I probably missed while wiping tears from my eyes. And of course there was Tony Dungy and Lovie Smith. I think it's great that two African-American men were Super Bowl coaches, breaking the color barrier. But these two guys are not Martin Luther King and Malcom X. They are football coaches.

Words I thought I'd never say: "I missed Fox." The CBS crew of Marino, Sharpe and Esiason is not nearly as good or as charismatic as the Fox crew. And I really missed Milwaukee's own Frank Caliendo.

There's a reason CBS news is in third place and Katie Couric is not going to fix that. I know this may be heresy, but she just doesn't seem authentic. She's a cute reader and not much more. I bet CBS execs are pulling out their hair over this multi-million dollar mistake.

Super Bowl ads are such a big deal that local news departments throughout the country do stories on them, leading up to the game, and after it's over. As a group, the ads this year were a big yawn. It's a case of so much hype it's virtually impossible to match it unless you put great-looking naked people on the tube.

Peyton Manning may very well be a great quarterback, but he bores the daylights out of me. Think of watching Favre, Elway, Bradshaw and Marino. Now, they played that position like swashbucklers. Manning plays it like a drum major.

You've got to love the new commissioner, Roger Goodell, grimly walking the field under an umbrella with a bunch of underlings following him. It was as if they were waiting for him to raise his arms and end the rain.

Stevie Nicks sang a song that was 24 years old and Prince is 48. Couldn't the NFL find stars that are a LITTLE more current? What about Christina Aguilera, Ludacris with Mary J. Blige, Keith Urban or Beyonce?

Adam Vinatieri may be the best kickoff guy in the history of the league. He took Devin Hester out of the game after that opening return.

Sprecher's Diet Cream Soda is the absolutely perfect drink to go with hot nachos with chili, jalapeno peppers, onions and salsa on top.