Super Bowl storylines take back seat to insanity

Styf: Deer-antler spray, gay slurs, brotherly love and tattoos. Even Artie Lange became part of the storyline. The Super Bowl isn’t about the game, unless you’re in San Francisco or Baltimore. But this has been a ridiculous buildup, am I wrong?

Musick: I must have missed the Artie Lange storyline. He’s my favorite D-list celebrity not named Gilbert Gottfried. You are correct that the Super Bowl buildup is ridiculous. For most of the partiers in New Orleans, the actual game is a side note. If you were on Bourbon Street right now, which random celebrity would you most hope to see?

Styf: Lovie Smith, for sure. For his insight. Or maybe Phil Emery, so he could avoid the media altogether while mumbling to himself about synergy and the upcoming UFA market. Outside of football, I would like to see K-Cav. She gets it, she doesn’t want to put Jay Cutler’s spawn in any future danger by playing football. Or maybe that Lo girl. Pretty much anyone who was on “Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County.”

Musick: My guess is everyone you just mentioned is in New Orleans, with the possible exception of Lovie Smith. He’s on a beach somewhere thinking about the millions the Bears will be paying him next fall.

I’ve done my best to avoid the Super Bowl drama for the past 10 days or so. That stuff wears me out. I’ll be dialed in Sunday, though. I’m excited for the game. Is it weird that I spent part of my day watching old highlights of Joe Montana and Jerry Rice?

Styf: In some ways it is weird, but you’re a weird guy so no one is surprised. That’s why I keep reading. Usually. My head tells me the 49ers will win, but that usually isn’t a good sign. So I’ll take the Ravens. You?

Musick: Hey, you’re not so normal either, Mr. Laguna Beach. I’m rooting for the 49ers. My wife and I went to San Francisco on our honeymoon, and we would move there in a heartbeat if it didn’t cost $5 million to live in a cardboard box. As for the Ravens, Edgar Allen Poe gives me the creeps.