Its true. I dont do sports especially not football.

I dont watch it, I dont talk it, I dont do that fantasy thing, and I certainly dont play it. Needless to say, I cant report on it.

And yet, it was Super Bowl XLIII Sunday.

I turned on NBC shortly before 7 p.m., knowing full well nothing new or remotely entertaining was scheduled on any other channel. I was looking for the years best of the best, and most expensive, commercials and Bruce Springsteens halftime show.

I happened to catch, at the end of the first half, the most miraculous touchdown by that whats-his-name Harrison guy from the Steelers.

I believe the announcer said it was a 100-yard run, which made it historical. But to slide across the other guys legs and land in the end zone on his head ... It was an expletive moment.

Even after watching the replays about 42 times, from 16 different angles, in slo-mo, and in freeze frame, I was still amazed.

And there was that (Cardinals) Fitzgeralds magnetic-fingers catch in the end zone in the second half. OMG, No Way! Plus, the run for his second touchdown not a hundred yards, but a swanky use of a hole.

Last, but not least, Steelers-Holmes toe-tapping last touchdown. Another OMG.

Then there were the penalties and the little slapping episodes. I chalked those up to adrenaline, and snickered. The holding by Hartwig in the end zone, which he should have known better ... to the high stakes of the game.

But Harrisons personal foul in the second half for unnecessary roughness absolutely ruined my enamored moment.

I not only thought it was unnecessary, I thought it was deliberately unnecessary.

So when the Steelers won the game, their sixth Super Bowl, I wasnt as entertained as I could have been.

Politics is more entertaining. That we know is played dirty.

Thank goodness for the commercials.