Super Dud seems to be the title many are labeling this year’s big game.

Oh, no. The Patriots are playing the Giants, again.

A rematch of one of the best finishes in Super Bowl history.

Tom Brady versus Eli Manning; count me out, many of you have spewed.

Wah, wah, wah. That’s all I hear.

When did it become such a bad thing to see two of the best teams play in this year’s big game?

I mean, I get it, Brady’s got the looks and Giselle, Eli is playing in the shadow of his brother.

The 49ers and Ravens, or what the boo-yeah’s at ESPN were calling the Harbaugh Bowl, was sort of a sexy match up.

But then Billy Cundiff, Lee Evans and Kyle Williams all forgot they play football professionally.

However, if you like that all-defense-bad-quarterbacking brand of football, well, I send you my condolences.

Instead, it seems like everyone feels like they’re “settling” for the Pats and G-Men.

But here, I offer you all, is a chance to root for Manning to go all Luke Skywalker on the Patriot’s Evil Empire behinds.

It’s become sort of an American tradition to hate on the Patriots, who are the football equivalence of Megatron.

They win often, or at least they use to up until they fell to the Giants in Super Bowl XLII in 2008.

Remember that feeling?

That moment when the Patriots finally failed at football?

When instead of a smile, Bill Belichick had a frown on his face Eeyore-style.

Delicious, wasn’t it?

Sure, Brady and his cyborg tight ends could go all medieval on the Giants’ defense, but I’m expecting a close game.

And so, here we’re again.

Another chance to see one of American sports’ most despised franchises go down for the count.

So help me, people. I can’t seem to see what everyone is crying about.