It Washes Away Memories From The Sidewalks Of Life

When we look back at Super Bowl XLI in a few years, what will we remember most? The Sex Cannon's free-flying vertical missives into the night? Tony Dungy at last setting race relations straight in this country? Jimmy Fallon sitting next to Janet Reno on a couch? We figure the lasting image of Super Bowl XLI will be of rain, rain, glorious rain.

Lord knows, it was all anyone could talk about during the telecast — Jim Nantz and Phil Simms, who were oddly competent last night, actually, acted as if the rain were some Biblical plague foisted on Dolphins Stadium by demons — and even if you had the mute on, someone forgot to put a cover on the main game camera, which was sprinkled with precipitation all evening. Not only did the rain make the ball and field slippery, it also apparently reacted poorly with chemicals in Rex Grossman's brain. (Which is funny, because we've always found that water dilutes vodka. Hmm.) It kind of takes some of the fun out of the Gatorade dump when the coach is already drenched.

At least it didn't electrocute Prince. With all that rocking, we're impressed he made it through unscathed.