Forget about the ridiculous commercials. Forget about the more ridiculous ticket prices (official and otherwise), and don’t even bring up Madonna. The Super Bowl has been, and always will be, about players taking the field more nervous and excited than in their entire lives, knowing that a single play, or plays, could define them, for better or worse.
This brings us to the obligatory prediction, guaranteed not to work out. Tempting as it is to think that the Giants maintain the mojo and win it all again, my sense is that the Patriots have waited four years for this particular moment and, without the pressure of maintaining perfection, pull it out, perhaps 28-24, get revenge, and roll the credits.