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The clock had barely counted down to zero before the usual talking heads were pontificating about… Brett Favre.  Now, I’m a fan of Brett Favre.  However, I tend to take a  practical approach about what is sports-important at any given moment.  I don’t believe it is unreasonable, in the aftermath of an excellent Super Bowl XLV, to want to hear a synopsis of the game, how it was played, the positives and negatives experienced by both teams, and accolades showered upon those deserving of them.  Super Bowl MVP, Aaron Rodgers, tops that list.  Yet, in the 48-hours since the end of the Super Bowl, I’m left with the impression that it’s more important for the alleged experts to talk about Brett Favre.

I’m left wondering if it will ever be possible for Aaron Rodgers, Super Bowl XLV MVP, to ever escape the gargantuan shadow of Brett Favre.  Interestingly, the shadow is not cast by Brett Favre himself, instead it is cast by the sportscasters and reporters who seem unable or unwilling to focus on the hear-and-now.  They choose to sully an amazing post-season run by the Aaron Rodgers led Green Bay Packers by continuing to focus on someone who had an abysmal season and wasn’t even part of the NFL playoffs.

Read more on the lack of respect for Aaron Rodgers after the jump >>

Along with about a zillion other unimportant topics that are shaking out of the Super Bowl, you can’t possibly have missed the “news” that was the Christina Aguilera brain fart on a single line of the National Anthem.  In the annals of National Anthem performances that have sucked, this doesn’t even make a blip at the far edges of the proverbial radar screen. It’s not like she’s a National Anthem rookie. In fact, I barely noticed until after the game because I was busy preparing my eyes and my mind to watch a great football game.

I can think of disgraceful performances by the likes of Roseanne Barr, Michael Bolton, and holy crap – world famous Olympic sprinter, Carl Lewis that will, unfortunately, be forever etched in my memory.

In the event there is a next time, I’ve taken the liberty of creating a National Anthem cheat sheet for Christina Aguilera and then everyone should put this to rest.

The National Anthem

Oh, say, can you flee, by the fawn’s burly might,

What so loudly we failed , at the Superbowl singing,

Whose brown stripes and loud farts, through the cottonous white,

Or the ram parts we watched, oh my gosh their balls are big,

Her eye-socket’s red flare, pom-poms hairspray in hair,

Gave spoofs through the night, that she bagged it on air.

O say, does that star-mangled National Anthem save

Or the band of World B. Free and the home of the gnave.

Video and more after the jump >>