More 'Fins Blogging

The Miami Herald notes that even Sports Illustrated is starting to call the Dolphins "Super Bowl material" now.

Message to SI: Shut the hell up.

We'll play our games and we'll see what happens. The last thing we need right now is a pack of Johnny-come-latelies fadging up an erzatz "Aqua Nation".

Here are a couple of stats from the Herald article that I thought must have been typos at first until I did the math:

You remember Super Bowls, or perhaps could remind yourself by reviewing yellowed news clippings or mining the faint recollections of elders. History books tell us Miami last played in a Super Bowl 22 seasons ago. For perspective, Ronnie Brown was then toddling around Rome, Ga., at age 3.

Miami last won a Super Bowl 33 seasons years ago. For perspective, Don Shula and the boys flew to road games on giant pterodactyls.

Dayum, do I feel old.

I've been a Dolphins fan since the early 70's.

I remember the last Super Bowl loss to the 49-ers and those infuriating Pepsi commercials afterwards featuring Dan Marino and a smirking Joe Montana. Never dreamed, at the time, that Marino would never see another one. (Super Bowl, that is, not smirk.)

I remember the glory days of the 70's under Shula, when it took at least six guys to tackle Larry Csonka and Bob Griese was a solid, reliable quarterback so long as his glasses didn't fog up.

And I remember the most embarassing moment of kicker Garo Yepremian's entire life. (If the 'Skins had actually come back and won, I seriously believe Yepremian would have been lynched.)

I've patiently weathered the drought since those days. Am I excited? Sure. But I don't much like this kind of hype. Mile wide and an inch deep is about how I see it.

And before somebody else puts it in the comments: LACES OUT!