To be honest, this is one of the hardest articles I've had to write during my tenure here at NN. What is there to say on the day of the Super Bowl? What more is left? We've overanalyzed every single aspect. We've come to either be quite cynical about today or overtly ambitious. We are expecting the worst or hoping for the best. "I have the simplest tastes," once quipped Oscar Wilde, "I am always satisfied with the best." I have a feeling that today our tastes are all the same. No matter the trepidation we may be feeling about the game, we will only be satisfied if the 49ers are the best team in the NFL.

They are one win away.

It's been hard to get here. For years the team has struggled. As a fan, I felt like the beleaguered companions of Aeneas, tossed about in a storm before being deposed upon the doorstep of Carthage. Aeneas, sensing their weariness, turns to them and says: Durate, et vosmet rebus servate secundis or "Carry on, and preserve yourself for better times." The glory days of old died in 2002 (if not 1995), and we were left stranded in unfamiliar terrain.