Call us in August. In the meantime…

Your friendly Football Is My Boyfriend chicks are mourning the end of the season (before Sunday’s Super Bowl even arrives) by, well, not blogging. We shall return in August, refueled, rejuvenated and (hopefully) redesigned.

In the meantime, here’s all you need to know about Super Bowl media coverage, courtesy of ESPN Magazine.

Go, Steelers!

—R & B

3rd Down in 3D

How did we miss this? We may soon get to watch football games in 3D? In movie theaters with surround sound? Wearing funny little paper glasses? Bring it on!

OK, so this review didn’t make it sound super awesome, but FIMB would still love to give it a go. On a side note, said reviewer also nailed how we feel about every football game. Every single one:

We want to eat, drink and be loud. We want to yell at the screen and yell at each other.

God we love watching football.

—B & R

Divisional Weekend Horror Stories

January always rolls out a spate of horror movies, and the NFL is more than happy to follow the lead. To wit, the following tidbits:

• Jake Delhomme turned 34 on Saturday, attempted to throw as many interceptions.

• FIMB was terrified by the ESPN interview with Brian Dawkins that aired on Sunday morning. Did you see that man’s eyes as he talked about how much he loves to make tackles? Eli must have seen this before the game and choked accordingly.

• Picking a team QB’d by a douchebag like Phillip Rivers totally led us to the dark side. The Chargers were the only underdog R picked this weekend, and look what happened.

• Da Ravens are coming! Da Ravens are coming! Cue spooky music.

• Actually… What’s with all the birds in the race to the Super Bowl?

• Dungy retires—leaving behind a monster of an ego who will no doubt run rampant all over his new coach (and as many commercials as possible) next season.

• Bundchen-Brady engagement. Matt Light must be a seething ball of envy.

• Aussie punters Sav Rocca and Ben Graham to face off in the Championship Round. Watch the Australian media suddenly claim their former AFL stars as “U.S. superstars.”

NFL Blotter: Marvin Walks

No charges for Marvin Harrison in the shooting case in Philly, from last May. Maybe Sprint will re-sign him for a terrible commercial with Peyton now. (Via Deadpsin)

Monday Man Coverage: Wild Card Weekend

Thoughts on the men of Wild Card Weekend:

• Old Man Warner still in the game. Are you watching, Brett?

• We think Phillip Rivers is the biggest douchebag/potential date rapist that ever set cleats on a football field. BUT we both picked the Chargers in our football pool so found ourselves publicly hollering for him to win in a New York bar on Saturday night. Oh, the shame.

• If I heard correctly during the Dolphins-Ravens game, Chad Pennington has the second best QB ranking in the league. Yet all I saw on Sunday was classic Jet-Chad—nervous dancing in the pocket and interception after interception. Stats, my ass.

• Adrian Peterson is super cute, but Donovan McNabb’s excitement at the end of the Eagles-Vikings game was even cuter.

Only three weekends left of football. Sadness.

Oooh, new football toys!

The New York Times does something cool!

Interactive playbooks.

I like the Player’s View option.

Mental Note: Ask friend who owns a Wii to get Madden game and pretend to be Brandon Jacobs.

—R

Despite playoff sadness, more reasons to love football…

Why I Love Football, highly scientific survey results:

FIMB friend R: i think it’s partly that i never understood it growing up. i always watched it with my dad and had no idea what was happening and thought it pretty boring. i even would put on the monday night game sometimes if i couldn’t fall asleep. but once i finally got the whole four downs thing and what they were actually doing on the field, it all just clicked. i also love that it’s confined to mostly only one day a week, a few months out of the year, which makes it much more of an event than the baseball or basketball seasons with their hundreds of games. and there is nothing more awesome than being in a stadium during a really close, exciting game. plus, there’s an excuse to eat big subs, wings, nachos and all sorts of greasy goodness on sunday afternoons!

And this:

FIMB friend J: As I’ve gotten older as a sports fan, I appreciate the way a football game develops more so than any other team sport. With only 16 games as opposed to 82 for basketball and hockey and 162 for baseball, each football game has much more significance to it.

Of course, J said that after his beloved Jets flamed out of playoff contention.

Still, football–we heart you.

Why I Love Football

In this article about women of the Ravens, one female fan was asked why she loved football. Her response?

“I love the game – the contact, the sound of the helmets crashing.”

Which sounds pretty kick ass, and also made me curious enough to put the question out to the FIMB universe. I’ll roll out the answers over the next couple of weeks, as we bid farewell to the Jets and the Pats and get ready to redirect our Romo-hate to Phillip Rivers.

FIMB friend S says:

I love football because, more than any other sport, an individual’s success depends on the guy next to him. It’s the teammest team sport.

Stay tuned for more football-love right here.

—R

49ers Finally Do Something Memorable.

Before Mike Singletary came along, and before they stomped all over the Jets a few weeks ago, the presence of the 49ers barely even registered for me.

Then I saw this story (via Deadspin) about the players sporting throwback mustaches (and jerseys) for this Sunday’s game.

It’s going to be a Kyle Orton-esque bonanza out there!

If Clinton Portis and Santana Moss were smart, they’d be growing their respectable little ‘staches into big fuck-off handlebars right now.

—R

No Game Like a Snow Game.

Sunday, before the first game:

There are a few telltale signs of the holidays being upon us: The tree lighting in Rockerfeller Center, catching It’s A Wonderful Life on TV, and football in the snow.

Just saw the pregame at Foxboro and it’s a fucking mess of snow and freezing cold. And the poor Arizona Cardinals jumping around to keep warm; that’s even better. I serioulsy wish they would do Super Bowls in bad weather because I hate fucking Florida and Arizona; and I don’t think football is football unless there’s a mess of snow on the ground.

—B