I was agnostic, but this put it over the top for me

Sorry, Annika, but because of this I'm going to have to go with the Pats.

UPDATE: Yeah, but then I see THIS and it's pushing me back onto the fence...

Irish Elk has the full coverage, including his usual roundup of olde tyme theme songs and a full variety of recipes.

Which leads me to reveal the top sekrit LLamabutcher Chili recipe:

Ingredients:
Smoked Turkey Sausage
1 large onion (sweet or red, depending on your taste)
3 large bell peppers (I like to use green, red, and yellow for the color, but tastes vary)
2 1/2 cups of crushed tomatos
1 cup of frozen corn giblets
Beans: 1 large can each of Dark Red Kidney, light kidney, great northern, and navy, drained
1 beer (for adding, more for consuming while cooking)(I usually use Coors, because its effing close to water anyway)
chili powder, cajun salt, thyme, basil

Chop and saute the onions in the bottom of the kettle with a fine layer of olive oil, add the peppers, stirring often.

When the onions are good and soft, add the chopped sausage. I usually use two 10 inchers, but you could add more if you wanted to be Mister Vegas. Add about half the beer, let it saute until the beer is almost evaporated. Add the chili powder, stirring it reaaaaaal good.

Add the crushed tomatos (in Winter I usually use one of the large cans plus mashing up a large tomato from the market to give some chunky texture) as well as the corn, let simmer for a bit.

Add the beans (making sure they are well drained), stir very thoroughly, and let it simmer for a couple of hours.

We like to serve it with rice in the bottom of the bowl and a bit of grated cheddar on top, but tastes vary.

We had a Super Bowl Sunday tradition in college of the Anti Super Bowl party. The first year we did it we played the entire I, Claudius series, starting around 10 am, finishing around midnight or so. The caveat was that you had to do a shot of Bass every time someone got killed. Let's just say by the time Livia gets around to saying to Tiberius "The Lord God Augustus is dead. And don't eat the figs" we were on the floor. The following year we took it the next level and showed the entire four-part trilogy of the Wagnerian ring cycle that is The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, A Fistful of Dollars, For a Few Dollars More, and finishing with High Plains Drifter. With, of course, the same provision of a shot of beer for each time Clint shoots someone.

To this day, I have an odd association in my brain of Joe Montana and Lee Van Cleef.

I guess the other contra Stupor Bowl movies would have to be a showing of the whole oevre (or is it a genre?) of the cinematic works of one Orenthal James Simpson, which begins of course with the classic Towering Inferno. Forget Kevin Bacon: The Towering Inferno is the central nexus of Hollywood history, good and eveeeeeel. I mean, where else do you get Paul Neuman, Steve McQueen, William Holden, Faye Dunaway, Fred Astaire, Robert Vaughn, Robert Wagner, Dabney Coleman, Mike Lookinland (aka Bobby Brady) and OJ Simpson in one sweet spot?

After that opening course, I would seguay into Killer Force, the dramatic romp featuring Peter Fonda, Christopher Lee, and our hero OJ as ruthless hitmen being hunted for sport by a diabolical Telly Savalas.

That would take us through the pre-game hoopla to the main event: Capricorn One, one of the greatest truly bad films of all time, featuring Law & Order's Sam Waterson, Mr. Barbra Streisand, and OJ as astronauts "sent" to Mars....or were they really? Needless to say, with Telly Savalas, Hal Holbrook and Elliot Gould (before he became bloated and unfunny), you've got yourself a winner of a movie.

I would finish the evening with the made for tee-vee classic "Cocaine and Blue-Eyes" which has the following plot: "O.J. Simpson plays Michael Brennen, a San Francisco private eye who gets dragged into a drug-smuggling operation while searching for the girlfriend of a deal client, leading Brennen to a politically prominent family, before viciously severing his wife's head and that of a random waiter.

The caveat would be that you have to do a shot everytime OJ looks for a cue card....

UPDATE: Here's an update from behind enemy lines. He's taking predictions, so I'll go with this: Mini-Bellichick 973, Iggles 3. And Bellichick on Mount Rushmore by 2025.

UPDATE DEUX: My prediction for the score?