**Sorry for the typo, I am aware that it is Mohr not Morh**


Found this on CNNSI, it's pretty funny (well its funnier than his horrible Pepsi Ads).

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/w ... index.html

I have to admit it, I was dreading going to Detroit. I thought it would be too cold and be a miserable a place to host a Super Bowl. Man, was I wrong. Detroit freaking ROCKS!

When I arrived last Wednesday, the weather was mild, somewhere around 48 degrees, or roughly the same temperature as it was at kickoff of last year's Super Bowl in Jacksonville. I've always heard that Detroit has two seasons -- winter, and July 15. This year there was a definite party season added. Celebrities were everywhere.

The first bigshot I bumped into (literally) was all-world egomaniac wideout Chad Johnson of the Bengals. As we shook hands, he leaned close to me and whispered, "Do you know anyone that can stop me?" When I answered Jon Kitna, Chad started to smile and then turned really sad. I guess sometimes the truth hurts more than the sound of Aaron Neville singing the Star-Spangled Banner.

I know Aaron can sing me under a table and that he's sold millions of records, but with all that he's earned, why can't he get that coaster taken off his face?

On Saturday I saw Ronnie Lott in the hotel lobby. He said no when I asked him to sign my nephew's hat. As I walked away, I had to fight the urge to shout, "He doesn't even know who you are!" or worse, "No problem, Ronnie, Gimme four!"

As we all know, the Rolling Stones were bleeped not once, but twice during the halftime performance. Oh, the horror! As a parent, I'm glad the censors bleeped the naughty words in time so as not to scar America's youth, all of whom should have been in bed before halftime anyway.

I don't understood television censors. They make a big deal about a few harmless words and go bananas over Janet Jackson's right breast, but they don't seem bothered that erectile dysfunction commercials are airing while I'm watching TV with my 3-year-old son.

Speaking of breasts, Mick Jagger joked during a news conference that maybe the five-second broadcast delay was due to the risk of Aretha Franklin getting topless. Listen, for the Queen of Soul to unveil her "pipes" would take something like 1 minute and 55 seconds. Just for one side.

I sort of feel bad for Jerramy Stevens ...sort of. The Seattle tight end said the equivalent of "Gee, I hope we win." But given the way Pittsburgh's Joey Porter reacted, you'd have thought Stevens had said, "Joey Porter is the worst linebacker on the worst team in the history of football, and I hear he wears a diaper."

Making matters worse, Stevens dropped three passes! In the Super Bowl! Yeah, he had one touchdown catch, but he was still the goat. Just remember, Jerramy, you can't spell "Goatee" without the word, "Goat." And for Pete's sake, shave that thing off your face before you get accused of selling moonshine!

It was nice to see Jerome Bettis announce his retirement immediately after the game. I, for one, thought he was becoming something of a mascot to the Steelers' faithful. My evidence would be the deafening cheers after he chugged and jiggled his way for 2-yard-gain after 2-yard-gain. I mean, two tries for the end zone inside the 5-yard line and twice the bus got stopped. Yep, it's time to repaint the bus into an R.V. and tour the countryside.

Take the refs with you, Jerome, because they were terrible. I'm not into conspiracy theories, I just think they stunk. Matt Hasselbeck gets called for an illegal block below the waist after an interception? How is that possible if he was obviously trying to make the tackle? Can you block and tackle at the same time? What are you blocking? In Hasselbeck's case, he might have been caught trying to block out the memory of the pass he had just thrown. He looked like someone throwing laundry out of a third-story window.

My flight out of Detroit was at 7 on Monday morning, so my girl and I had a 4 a.m. pick-up to take us to the airport. We figured we would have to leave that early to deal with the crushing throng of people getting out of D that morning. We thought wrong. After a hassle-free trip in which our driver presumably thought he was in Tron, we arrived at the airport at 4:20. Nothing like getting to the airport before the coffee stands open. (Unless, of course, you're the poor stiff whose job it is to open them up.)

All in all, Detroit set the bar very high for all future Super Bowl cities. Security in the D was as tight as Neville's denim jeans, and the people could not have been any friendlier. The staff at both of the Marriotts were fantastic and Ford Field was a nice football stadium. Contrast that to the embarrassment of Jacksonville, where some concession stands ran out of food BEFORE kickoff, sewage flowed onto the stadium floor, no toilets flushed after halftime, and Eagles' fans were everywhere.

I look forward to next year's Super Bowl in Miami, where thousands of fans will line the streets night after night, saying things like, "Hey, where's the snow?" and "Redskins 34, Chargers 10."

That last chant, of course, will be mine.

He's a Redskins fan???

In that case, fuck him.

ok, i enjoyed the article and everything...but why didn't you just fix the typo isntead of typing out this whole sentence?

**Edited to add: dammit, davo**

funny article

don't fuck with me, van wieren

pardon?

Because I didnt realize the spelling was wrong until after I submitted the post, and I was unaware that you could edit the Title of a thread once it started. And I figured people would jump on me for the incorrect spelling, but apparently people like you jump on people for pretty much everything.

i thought people from greenwich were supposed to be happy.

We are happy, and also rich. So dont make me buy out this website just to ban you from the site.

oh, cocksuckers too, eh?

I don't care what you say...Peeps' got my back..

peeps's what has your back?

that wasn't jumping on you.

Great thread.....

Thats it. You guys just kept pushing and pushing, and now you must pay. I didnt want to do this, but I called my fellow Greenwich Residents, The Mean Street Posse.



Seriously though, the guy on the right, Pete Gass, really is from Greenwich and I see him at the gym all the time. Hes HUGE and nice.

Angelfiyaaah!!!

Question to Jay Mohr.....



How the hell did you get that?!

i'm assuming there is a pic of nikki cox there?

She could be Nikki Mohr Cox