It’s a gorgeous Sunday morning, and I’m enjoying some solitude and breakfast before church.  The house is clean.  All the food has been prepared for today’s festivities, and I’m more than a bit nervous/excited for the biggest game of the season/Arizona Cardinals history.   Some may consider this image that was sent to me by one of my best friend’s of a church in the valley blasphemous, but my guess is you’re just Steelers fans and are fearful that the Cards are God’s team (2nd to the Pack;) ).  But in just a few hours, we’ll see who takes home the prettiest girl from the big dance.  My money (literally and figuratively) is on Kurt and the boys.  Then again, I always cheer for the underdog team with heart and a personality.  Hopefully, 12 hours from now we’ll all be exhausted from celebrating Fitzy’s acrobatic catch… The Edge’s touchdown run… that Big Red Defense… Boldin’s 40-yd slant pass pickup… Kurt for just being Kurt… and the Lombardi trophy on its way to the desert.  Hopefully.