I know. While Phelps is kicking his drug problem I might as well ask him to bring peace to the Middle East and find a cabinet nominee who's actually paid his taxes. But I can wish.
And while we're talking about the Super Bowl, Americans got a brief glimpse of a man who operates under tremendous pressure every day, is responsible for the welfare and lives of those entrusted to him, and doesn't need a little blow to help him cope.
Gen. Petraeus took a break from his role as General of the Armies to do the coin toss. The only things parents will ever need to explain about him, and those he leads, is why this nation owes them eternal gratitude.
One last Super Bowl note and I'm done. I know of few other countries that honor their military at public events like America does. It's a little dose of reality, a reminder that, outside the stadium, men and women volunteer to play a much deadlier game on fields far away to keep the playing fields at home safe. It's something appreciated by those of us who serve and the families who support us. You have no idea what it means to have hundreds of thousands of fans fall silent and hear about "the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air", honoring those who live that verse even today. I spent last year's Super Bowl in Iraq; this year, I was at home, and we had two wives with us whose husbands are both in Afghanistan. No eye was dry, and no words were spoken, as we listened to Jennifer Hudson's beautiful rendition. It's good to know that those few stanzas still mean something to this nation.