And Lindsey Vonn here is striking a skiing pose. Of course, Phil Mickelson is striking a golf pose here, but that will likely never make its way to the cover of Sports Illustrated.
But this is Super Bowl weekend, so everybody wants to talk football. Except for me. I am ready for the season to be over. I don't even care if the Super Bowl is bad or good. Just like three weeks ago, there is no way Gomer is going to lose this thing.
Gomer's career arch is very similar to Jerry O'Connell's, who started out as the fat, dopey kid and now is married to Rebecca Romijn.
Gomer, of course, has a few differences seeing that he does not live with his wife. But Gomer has gone from that, well, Gomer, who could not win the big game to a guy who actually looks clutch.
There is a part of me wishing that this is my mind going into a defense mechanism, or maybe a way to jinx Gomer out of the Super Bowl. But I truly believe that the Colts are going to win this game, and the final score is not going to be close.
The lone chance the Saints had was blown when Gregg Williams started bragging about taking late hits against Gomer. Now you know the referees are going to be quick to drop the flag if a Saints defender gets close.
My guess is that Gomer comes out with the yips, but those late-hit calls will bail him out, so he can right the ship and lead his team to the win.
There is just no other conceivable outcome. I am happy that I will never have to eat my words about the Raiders, but Gomer is going to win another Super Bowl this year.
Makes your picks, people.
Colts 42, Saints 17.
You can try to convince my otherwise. The Jets were leading 17-3 late in the first half of the AFC Championship Game. And if Mark Sanchez could have gotten a first down at the end of the half, the game could have been different. But that is thinking with my heart, in a way to justify picking the Saints.
But New Orleans just cannot do it. There will be no shocking of the world. Well, there will be. Gomer is clutch.
Who do you guys have?