At halftime of Super Bowl XLIV I was invited to play in Belly Bowl II in the yard with Chef Boy and family. Against my better judgement and having no medical coverage I gave in to that gnawing urge to step back on the field only to be burned deep THREE times by The King of Ballard. Nevertheless the 209 pound El Sandinista managed to score twice including this prophetic Tracy Porter-like play. Was the fat blogger's paydirt production more impressive than that performed on Peyton in Miami? You decide. But before you do know that I ate 12 bacon wrapped Lil Smokeys and had six drinks in my system while the Saints defender is a professional athlete and was very likely sober. Thanks to Uncle Frank for manning (not Manning) the video camera.
