Coughlin, Belichick at helms, Super Bowl becomes Jackass Bowl
Prisco: Surviving Tom
The Super Bowl last season was the feel-good story of the year. Two nice guys who were friends, two African-Americans -- Tony Dungy and Lovie Smith -- coaching in the biggest of games for the first time. We loved it. We cheered. Newborns were named Lovie and Tony. We made love with our faces in celebration of two good, well-liked men being in the championship game.
We called it the Love Bowl.
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That certainly isn't the case this year.
We have two head coaches in the Super Bowl who are such grumpy geezers they make Donald Rumsfeld look like the Easter Bunny.
The hate is back baby!
Tom Coughlin: screamer; short tempered; high blood pressure; looks like his head will explode any second; drill sergeant wanna-be; cuddly as a squirrel just exposed to a live wire.
Bill Belichick: resembles a man just told his cat was stuffed into a dryer; hard driver; punks the media; balls of steel; has been called Darth Vader. Blood does not run through his veins, carbonite does.
We have never seen two head coaches in the Super Bowl era viewed by so many in the public as first-class jerks.
But what to call this year's Super Bowl festivus? Hmmm ...
The Ass---- Bowl?
The Grumpy Old Men Bowl?
The Jerk Bowl?
