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Things to watch at the Super Bowl...if you're a Lions fan.

Tom Croke/Icon SMI - At least therell cheerleaders...

I hate Tom Brady.  He's incredibly handsome, hangs out with all the Hollywood elite, married a supermodel, had a kid with another, wasn't drafted until the sixth round, has won three Super Bowls. The only thing that would make his story any more Cinderella-esque would be if he gave it all up after winning tonight and went to bag groceries and changed his name to "Kurt Warner."

I'm not especially fond of Peyton's little brother either.

And Bill Belichik is as appealing and likeable as Emperor Palpatine eating babies.  He's so loveable that he cut a poor guy the morning of the Super Bowl after the poor dupe had the Patriots logo shaved into the back of his head....

So what else is there to watch this biggest football Sunday of the year?  Other than an unhealthy, sick and demented desire to see Brady broken into six pieces and buried under the halftime platform where Madonna can dance on his bloody bones...

Well, there's Wes Welker...the mighty mite that just keeps catching passes, racking up yards and scoring touchdowns...another one of those "great stories" that litter the Boston boys PR machine.

The Giants have this Welker-clone guy named Victor Cruz...another no name from nowhere who almost singlehandedly lifted the G-Men to these high and lofty heights.

But if you're not interested in having to hear about any more of these sappy, bad script stories...just concentrate on the Giants D-Line and try hard to imagine that they're wearing the Honolulu Blue and Silver.  Imagine that the Lions are being built upon the D-Line and defense.

And much more importantly, watch the them as they cheer behind the plays as they cut to them in between million dollar commercials and stupidly stick ads on top of their pretty faces and gorgeous...uniforms...

And hope that someday soon the Ford's will change their stubborn minds about putting a dance team on the sidelines at Ford Field.  Hope...imagine...dream...