Column: The Super Bowl Diary

I have to be honest, I'm not a big fan of Bill Simmons. I think he's a great writer and has a funny personality, but he's not a sports journalist. He's a columnist, and a pretty obnoxious one at that. I just don't like the fact that he's famous in the sports world for pretty much doing nothing. He's the Paris Hilton of ESPN. With that in mind, the last thing I want to do is keep a running diary of what I did during the Super Bowl because A) I'm not that fascinating and B) I don't want to copy Simmons' antics.

The sad thing is that I really don't have a choice. If I want to both write this column about the Super Bowl and not have the designer and late copy editors of The Daily Campus hate my guts, this is the only way I can go about it. So here it goes. Also note that nothing was written retroactively, all of it happened live.

Noon: It finally clicks. The Super Bowl is in six hours. I don't know why it took so long to click, and I don't know why I didn't care sooner. I'm a huge Patriots fan and I'm a huge football fan but for whatever reason, I just haven't cared for the past two weeks. But now that it's sunk in, I'm like a five-year old on Christmas morning. Oversized Welker Jersey: check. Pats beanie: check. Let's go!

5 p.m: I'm converting my dorm room into a Super Bowl viewing lounge and as I do that, I'm thinking about how my circle of friends is going to act during the game. I guarantee you that I'll have at least one "Ask the score every six seconds" person, one "Let's discuss the big picture philosophy of football" person and one "Will you shut up it's 2nd and 1 with 9 minutes to go in the first quarter!?" person. Not to mention that I'm gonna have a Chargers fan, an Eagles fan and a Titans fan watching it with me. This ought to be interesting.

6:41 p.m.: Safety for New York. This is gonna be a long night.

6:50 p.m. Touchdown, Giants. I'm thinking about just shutting this game off right now. I can't take this kind of misery.

7:01 p.m. Giants-9, Patriots-0. Crap.

7:05 p.m.: 9-3. I'll take it, I suppose. Thoughts so far...I'm not happy.

7:47 p.m.: TOUCHDOWN! But why do I still feel so crappy about this game. It's going to be a fantastic second half of football. 10-9 New England.

7:50 p.m.: Halftime. 10-9 New England. I'm going to find something to do that doesn't involve Madonna.

8:20 p.m.: Tweet of the night so far courtesy of my friend Scott. "@DanAgabiti I'm speed dating."

8:23 p.m.: An Ocho-Cinco sighting! It's like a yeti sighting, only more rare.

8:28 p.m.: TOUCHDOWN AGAIN! 17-9, PATS! I feel good about this now! That twelfth wing was lucky.

8:38 p.m.: Field goal, Giants. 17-12. I still feel good here.

8:40 p.m.: "You know what Fiat stands for? Fix it again, Tony!"

8:53 p.m.: Eagles fan when asked about what went wrong with this year's season: "Vince Young was horrible." Titans fan: "Yeah, sorry about that. We kind of did that to him."

8:55 p.m.: Another field goal for New York. 17-15.

9:02 p.m.: The start of the fourth quarter, I might need new underwear over here.

9:18 p.m.: The Pats totally got away with a pass interference call there. That was a huge no call.

9:35 p.m.: Catch confirmed. Crap.

9:43 p.m.: Bradshaw scored a touchdown and the Patriots let him, so Brady could have some time to score. It might be the first time in Bradshaw's career when scoring a TD might be a mistake. Two point conversion is no good and now it's 21-17.

9:46 p.m.: Brady's going to drive the Patriots down the field in 57 seconds. I'm calling it.

9:49 p.m.: Two dropped passes and a sack for New England. You've got to be kidding me. 4th down and 16. HE CONVERTS!

9:51 p.m.: 63 yards in 17 seconds. It's do-able.

9:53 p.m.: I'm going to bed. A win would have been nice, but oh well, it's not like my life was at stake here. Perspective people, perspective.