There's No "I" in Blog: Sunday Night Game: San Diego Chargers at Pittsburgh Steelers

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Sunday Night Game: San Diego Chargers at Pittsburgh Steelers

I am waiting all day for Sunday night! Actually, I'm not, because the Chargers are one of the least entertaining teams to watch, unless you count the possibilities of seeing Philip Rivers's crybaby/who-farted face and Al Michaels making another Shawn Merriman/Tila Tequila joke. On the Steelers' side, Troy Polamalu should be back and flying around attacking the ball.

The best part about this game is it gives me an excuse to share this old Nike commercial directed by the amazing David Fincher. Yeah, you've seen it before, but you'll watch it again, and a few times after that, because it's awesome.

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