I WAS incredibly excited...until the Falcons lost.
I'm a football fanatic, so I'll watch, not because I give two hoots about either team playing, but because it's the last chance to watch a game for like seven months.
I settled on rooting for the Ravens--because I can't stand Randy Moss. And because the San Francisco 49ers are...from San Francisco.

Just kidding--I have nothing against SF, other than it's on the wrong side of the country.

I used to love the Niners--but that was back a *few* years ago. Joe Montana and Jerry Rice. BEST EVER.
I usually watch the first half (as I did tonight) at church after our evening service. Then I come home where I can actually watch the second half the way I like--screaming at the TV.
While I'm glad the Ravens are winning, I'd really hoped for a much closer game than this.
On a side note: I *really* feel for the Harbaugh's mama. You would have to hospitalize me if my two sons were coaching against each other in the Super Bowl. I would probably spontaneously combust from the anxiety!