The Heart, The Head, The Gut: Superbowl 42

This one should be pretty easy... then again maybe not. On the one hand you've got the undefeated New England Patriots, led by quarterback Mr. Gisele Bundchen, the guy most Americans would now most want to be like. On the other hand you've got the upstart New York Giants, probably the team with the most momentum in the NFL (or at least... more than the Patriots), led by the incomparable (well, apart from his brother... and every other quarterback in the league) son of Archie Manning.

The Heart says: I wanna see history happen. I wanna see that video games can be just as realistic as real life. I wanna see a 19-0 team in my lifetime. And yes, I too wanna be like Tom. He left his old flame Bridget Moynahan (but not before giving her a lasting parting gift "wink, wink"), and then actually UPGRADED in companionship. The only other guy who managed to do that, was Brad Pitt, who traded Jennifer for Angelina, and even he had some detractors for that. Tom doesn't have those.

The Head says: I gotta give it to the Pats again, but in all fairness the Giants actually look stronger. Tougher. More scary. They've got a duo of backs (Bradshaw, Jacobs) that strike fear in the hearts of opposing linebackers. They've got a duo of defensive ends who strike fear in the hearts of opposing quarterbacks (Umenyiora, Strahan). And they have Peyton's little brother. The Giants don't turn the ball over much, while the Pats seem to be slumming it a little. And the Giants take their three-point loss to New England in Week 17 as a moral victory, one that might give them the edge come Sunday.

The Gut says: the upset won't happen. Moss will not get a clean catch, but probably a few good penalties called in his favour. Brady will find Welker when he needs to. Maroney will pound the line for critical yards. Belichick will come up with some intelligent plays. And Boston celebrates their dominance over the North American sports world with another ticker tape parade.

New England by 10 points.

Colts win Superbowl XLI

Seriously, I couldn't understand how many turnovers you could get in a single half of football. If you were even only slightly more of a fan of either the Colts or the Bears, you must have had a rollercoaster of emotions. We've seen fumbles, botched snaps, botched kicks, even more fumbles, and giveaways. It's just that the Bears were slightly worse at it than the Colts.

But let's talk about the non-football things: Billy Joel is a mean drunk with a coarse voice from the Jack Daniels; Prince's Purple Rain looked a little more suspicious and a lot less innocent than was intended behind the curtain; half-time shows were a lot more fun when MTV hosted them.

(Lifetime sports prediction record: 5-1)

Heart, Head or Gut: Superbowl XLI

SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY! Superbowl XLI LIVE FROM MIAMI

sorry got a little carried away... anyway, Chicago Bears vs. Indianapolis Colts

The Head Says: Colts win, because there's one guy in this game who is ostensibly the best player in the league today, and possibly the most gifted quarterback of the last ten years (I said gifted, not most successful or most clutch, mind you, because that's Tom Brady), Peyton "Hate His Ugly Mug" Manning. Seriously, the guy looks and speaks like a hillbilly, but he works harder than anyone else, throws the best passes this side of Canton, and he has the best story coming into the Superbowl... he is the guy who could finally end his championship-less streak. Otherwise he might end up like Dan Marino... a fantastic quarterback, probably the most powerful of his generation, but also one who was never able to win the Big One.

The Heart Says: Bears win, because I hope Brian Urlacher and co. kick ass and keep Indy winless for another year. Besides I don't much like the look of the Colts' uniforms, too clean.

The Gut Says: Colts win. Considering everything, the Colts have gotten together at the right time, beat their eternal rivals (Patriots) and seem poised to finally make good on their potential. And of course Manning is the Man of Destiny, lest he become the 21st century version of Marino.

(Madden 06 says: Indy wins by two scores)