A melting pot of greatness ... it's the Super Bowl

Super Bowl Sunday is a special day. Nothing else really matters.

The game, the commercials and the food, rolled together into a melting pot of greatness.

And when the Patriots are in the big game, it's even more special.

I woke up with nothing else but the game on my mind. I shopped for the big game earlier in the week and prepped the food by midday. What follows is my blow-by-blow analysis of how it all went down.

Before moving forward, let me preface a few things. All times are listed in Pacific (recently moved from Vermont to Oregon, I still think in Eastern time every once in a while). Willis is my cousin and best friend who lives in Boston and despite that, likes the Redskins. GF stands for girlfriend. She doesn't really care who wins the game but she is cheering for the Giants. Puke. And Zach is GF's brother and our roommate and I have him in my cheering corner for this one.

Okay, I think that is enough of a preface. Let's do this.

1:15 p.m. - The food is all prepared. Broke a bottle of chili sauce in the process and glass went everywhere. Any other day I would have been angry. Not today, it is Superbowl Sunday.

1:25 p.m. - Is Cee-Lo Green really rocking sweats and the sandal/sock combo? Are you kidding me?

1:30 p.m. - Back-up adult beverages arrive. The GF comes through. It's game day, baby!

1:40 p.m. - House too hot for sweatshirt but I am unsure if I should take off my Patriots hoody. I think it's lucky and I don't want to jinx anything. I guess I will just suck it up and sweat through it.

2:00 p.m. - “We all have a timeline. Most of us don't live like we have a timeline,”-Steve Gleason. Very touching story, really inspirational.

2:26 p.m. - Willis texts in. “Dream job is the guy catching the ball and handing it to the quarterback.” I think he is on to something.

2:48 p.m. - Will this game start already! I am sick of hearing about 2007. Puke.

2:50 p.m. - Giggled a little at Matt Light's blocking warmup. Not sure why, really. Am I losing my mind already?

3:00 p.m. - Three flavors of homemade wings ready. Is it kickoff time yet? On another note, I think Hines Ward found his job for next season.

3:11 p.m. - Pats introduced. Love Belichick but he kind of creeps me out. And Willis chimes in wondering why Brady is the only guy without a helmet. Maybe a request by NBC to up the female ratings? Probably worked.

3:17 p.m. - Was Brady singing along to Miranda and Blake? I wonder if he can sing. Probably. Wait, is he now singing along to Kelly Clarkson? They should have mic'd him for it. Not sure how Clarkson sounded but I did get a front row seat to Zach's performance. And he nails the high note.

3:25 p.m. - Just me or does Curtis Martin look like Carlton from Fresh Prince? Congrats to him, though, on the HOF induction.

3:26 p.m. - Gronks ankle looks like a horse. Fitting, I guess, since he guy is a horse.

3:28 p.m. - I don't want to buy a Hyundai but I kind of want to work there. That commercial made it look fun.

3:41 p.m. - A safety? Are you serious? That was not the offensive start I expected.

3:48 p.m. - Willis reminds me the Pats can't tackle. Like I hadn't noticed. Fumble!!! Wait, 12 men on the field. Get a clue!

3:50 p.m. - GF chimes in, “They're gonna get their butts kicked.” It is a good thing she bought the beer.

3:52 p.m. - The salsa dance. Puke.

3:53 p.m. - M & M's commercial just nailed it. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, YEAH!

4:05 p.m. - We're on the board!

4:09 p.m. - Am I alone in thinking the move John Carter looks terrible? I can't be, right? Right?

4:19 p.m. - Never been so happy for a touchback. That safety might haunt me for a bit.

4:30 p.m. - Is this Giants punter for real? Wow. He is the MVP right now.

4:34 p.m. - GRONK! Welcome to the show. Man do I like that guy.

4:37 p.m. - Tone-Loc's Wildthing makes an appearance. Life is complete.

4:47 p.m. - Woodhead! The lock of hair sticking out of his helmet must be good luck. He just owned that drive! First TD reception of season. I like his timing. Bring on Madonna.

5:04 p.m. - “Madonna is made of penis skin,” Willis texts. I don't have a clue what that means.

5:05 p.m. - “How does it feel LMFAO to have Madonna's crotch on your neck?” -Zach

5:06 p.m. - Was Nicki Minaj lip syncing? I think she was. They should have rolled Cee-Lo out. Guy looks like a bowling ball. Or they could have done without him.

5:08 p.m. - Yup! They could have done without him.

5:17 p.m. - They mention Brady hasn't been sacked yet. Please don't let that be a jinx.

5:20 p.m. - Second half about to start. M & M's still the best commercial so far although I do like the E-Trade commercials. How do they keep finding babies that can talk? Impressive.

5:23 p.m. - Holy OchoCinco! MVP! Kidding. Or am I?

5:28 p.m. - Unsure what his dance/celebration was but I don't care. Hernandez's TD was much needed. Brady is locked on auto pilot. A thing of beauty. It is amazing how much the Pats abuse the middle.

5:30 p.m. - Hey Nicks, meet Patrick Chung. Wowzers.

5:55 p.m. - Ninkovich with a huge sack to hold Giants to field goal.

5:59 p.m. - One quarter to go. We need a score. Gronk Nation needs to wake up. We need him.

6:03 p.m. - Well maybe we shouldn't have gone to Gronk. Interception! Getting an uneasy feeling.

6:04 p.m. - Why can't we get a fumble recovery? Could have used that.

6:12 p.m. - Here we go? The GF has been talking about getting a dog. I hope it fetches beer like that commercial.

6:18 p.m. - Got a break there with the no call on pass interference. I'll take it. Big play. Brady needs to prove he is elite right now.

6:24 p.m. - Green-Ellis gets praised for not fumbling yet in his career. Again, please don't be a jinx.

6:27 p.m. - Did you see Brady's block on Osi? Haha.

6:28 p.m. - Huge third down. Hernandez?

6:29 p.m. - Called it. He is such a mismatch.

6:30 p.m. - I know he is short but Brady has to put that on the numbers to Welker. He was wide open! Game over if he does.

6:34 p.m. - So scared. This is where Eli is best. If I was a Giants fan I would feel pretty good right now.

6:36 p.m. - Catch confirmed. Can't even be mad, that was one heck of a catch.

6:38 p.m. - Stomach hurts.

6:44 p.m. - I don't know how much of a “break” the Bradshaw score is but I guess our plan worked.

6:46 p.m. - Brady has 80 yards and 57 seconds to cement his legacy as greatest QB ever.

6:48 p.m. - Not getting much help. Two drops. UGHH!

6:49 p.m. - Losing my mind!

6:50 p.m. - Branch, baby!

6:51 p.m. - :17 seconds? I swear there was :19.

6:52 p.m. - :05 left. Gotta go endzone.

6:53 p.m. - Gronk had a shot at it. Stomach really hurts now. I might throw up. Congrats, G-Men. Well played.

6:55 p.m. - Willis - “Eli! Yup. Guy has it. Whatever “it” is.” 

7:00 p.m. - Dad hammers it home. “That sucked.” Ok. Going to puke now. 

So the Giants win. I didn't win any money in any Super Bowl pools and now I have to listen to Giants fans all year. Blah, blah, blah. I need another adult beverage.

Pitchers and catcher report in two weeks! Heck with football. Lets go Red Sox!