What a terrific game, right? Terrifically crappy, that is. But we should take the good of the game home with us: Peyton Manning and Tony Dungy finally got their overdue championship rings. Bears fans can at least choose to remember Devin Hester's opening kickoff touchdown, while casual fans will try to forget the thirty turnovers.

For me, Super Bowl XLI will always be memorable for the post-game visit to Gold Rush, Miami's elite center for interpretive dance, where Ruby's work in that difficult medium was nothing short of life-changing. I donated a large sum of money, and fully expect the new wing to be named for me.

Totally worth every penny. Stripping is the noblest of professions. They're like angels you give money to.

NOTE: Back to the airport. I'll be back on the regular posting schedule tomorrow, and I'll have full details of all the goings-on, charades, shenanigans, misadventures, and happenstances of the last few days.