So, I'm finally recovered enough from last night's Super Bowl to talk about how fan-freakin'-tastic it was!

First off, go Giants! Not that I was a huge fan before -- I know very little about football in general -- but I always root, root for the home team, because that's what we're taught as a kid. And I love the underdog, so when Eli Manning threw that touchdown pass to Plaxico Burress, I screamed like I was a die hard fan. I'm not sure if I was happier that New York was about to win the Super Bowl or that Gisele Bundchen was going to have a long, bad night consoling Tom Brady. Either way, win win.

On to the entertainment -- my original reason for watching. I already told you how I felt about Paula Abdul. As for The National Anthem, sung by American Idol winner Jordin Sparks, I thought it was great. I know some people are saying that she was lip synching, but it didn't look like that to me. I thought she looked extremely nervous -- why would she be nervous if she was singing to a track?

On another Jordin Sparks note -- I pointed out to my pals that Jordin wears a purity ring -- you know she's saving herself. Well, my friend D incredulously responded to that with, "So, you're telling me nobody has tapped that sparky ass?"

Who says that? I'll tell you who. D.

Then came the half time show with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Were they not amazing? I was so happy for Tom -- he's been around forever, the crowd seemed to love him and he's about to embark on a tour. The guy proved he's still got it and worth your money for a concert ticket.

Finally, I was a big sucker for Peyton Manning cheering on his little brother, Eli, as he won his first Super Bowl. When the cameras showed Peyton proudly looking on, after the final touchdown, I actually screamed out, "I love the love!"

What can I say? Once a sap, always a sap -- even when it comes to football.