Ok, it's official: I am on the Cardinals' bandwagon.
I knew this when I jumped up and screamed, "WOO-HOOO!" when Aaron Francisco nabbed that pic in the first quarter, and seconds later when the scream turned to, "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" when he fumbled it away. Another DB with visions of end zone glory dancing in his head. Corners, safeties, linemen, listen up: If you must run with the ball, pretend it's a baby and you have to bolt across the street with it while under sniper fire. Asante Samuel or Rodney Harrison would have known what to do with that interception.
I knew this was more than a passing interest when I started swearing at Arizona's D for allowing McNabb to shred them like tissue paper, marching down the field three times like a high school band on Inauguartion Day. "What the hell are you letting this whiny choker back in the game?" (I tell you-you cross me once, and you're dead to me. McNabb should have thought of that before he made that smartass crack about the SB ring. Otherwise I might-might-have been rooting for him to get the choker monkey off his back).
I knew it was real especially when I started noticing just how good-looking Kurt Warner is. The last time I really paid attention to him, he was going up against my team and the guy who would become the poster boy for gorgeous/brilliant QBs, and it was kind of lost on me. Not this time. Besides, he has a great story-league MVP, SB MVP, relegated to the scrap heap and then leads the most unlikeliest of franchises to the Big One, seven years after he did it last. How can you not cheer for Warner right now? He'll be the story of the next two weeks, for sure. Even though his team, as of this writing, are more than six-point underdogs.
Which means nothing. My money's on the Birds, although not a lot of it. Those Steelers are gonna be tough.
(When is Larry Fitzgerald a free agent, anyway?)