Blessed are the arrogant in spirit, for theirs is the SportsCenter sound bite.
Blessed are those who gloat, for they shall be revered.
Blessed are the proud, for they will inherit a place in the starting lineup.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for attention, even though they shall never be filled.
Blessed are the steroid cheaters at heart, for the worst they shall receive is a four-week vacation.
Blessed are the painmakers, for they shall be called the greats of the gridiron.
Blessed are those who are mildly criticized for mouthing off; for theirs is the television analyst's chair when they have to retire.
Blessed are you when people fear you and speak in hushed whispers of your brutality and physical prowess for your own gratification. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in the Hall of Fame; for in the same way they remembered those players before you fondly when they could no longer remember their own careers.
Blessed?
*Yes, obviously many of these same things could be said or adapted about athletes in other sports (I will get to ARod, eventually), but hey, I'm just trying to get into the spirit of the Super Bowl, okay?
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