Late breaking News - Somewhere, USA - Is he crazy? We already knew that. When we last left Peebles, he was being extricated from a Psych Ward, committed due to “Super Bowl Stress”. The myriad of wagering options just got to him, and he needed to get his head shrunk before returning to the limelight of all that is Super Bowl 44. So, after all this what’s the verdict?

Peebles is now going on record as taking the Saints for the win.

In his humble, shrunken opinion (currently under the influence of Mike’s Hard Lemonade), the Saints are a storybook competitor with TONS of potential, and will surely be raising the Lombardi Trophy tomorrow, notwithstanding the fact that sports bettors will make a mint in the process with a 5 point spread. Drew Brees, while inconsistent at times, is a Hall of Fame bound quarterback, and the Saints’ defense ain’t half bad either. On top of that, there’s a lot of emotion and confidence going into the game as the underdogs. Ever since Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans has been scratching and crawling its way back, and here we are a few years later betting on the Saints for Super Bowl 44 Honors. Peebles also picks Drew Brees for MVP; although if the game comes down to a field goal kick, he humbly bestows MVP status to the kicker that puts the pigskin through the uprights. Sorry for this ambiguity, but even the best sports analysts (like Peebles) need wiggle room.

What in the world is Peebles smoking? Betting against Peyton Manning isn’t smart, right?

Wrong. Let’s not forget that Manning, while throwing a terrific 2009-10 NFL season, is not infallible. They beat a maligned Patriots squad by one point, and had a couple of other close ones before their perfect season came to an end in early December. Oh, and by the way, Manning was throwing the day they lost; so even football Gods have an off day. There’s no doubt Manning will have enough Super Bowl rings to start a jewelry store by the time his career ends, but 44 will not be one of them.

Yes, you punks, Peebles knows that Manning could easily pickup the MVP tropy as a door prize tomorrow. But he’s not a lock. If the Saints’ defense steps up to the plate and plays the game of their lives, the Colts will not be running away with this game like many pundits believe. Leave it to Pete Peebles, your NFL capper extraordinaire, to be contrarian for the last, most important game of the year.

Will it be close? For sure. This is not a blowout win for either team. The devil will be in the details. Each team’s offensive and defensive coordinators will be glued to their clipboards, picking plays like a game of high stakes Stratego. Meanwhile, the heavy lifting will be done by the defensive players themselves. We all know each team can score touchdowns, but can they prevent touchdowns? Peebles thinks D-Fense is absolutely key to victory.

Good Luck betting on the game and don’t get too drunk!

Somewhere in the USA - It’s being reported that Mr. Peebles, football handicapper extraordinaire and general jack*ss has checked himself into a Psych Ward, stressed out and completely farklempt over the impending Super Bowl 44 contest on February 7, 2009. According to insiders, Mr. Peebles is currently eating graham crackers, drinking Hi-C, and playing UNO for meds with his fellow patients. Leave it to Peebles to start a gambling operation in a Psych Ward: we’d say he’s degenerate, but that would be too nice.

What drove him to this level of madness? After struggling during the latter half of this season with his free NFL picks, his pent up frustration came to a head. He knew that the Saints/Colts would be playing in the Super Bowl, but he didn’t know which teams would get knocked off in the process. The true test of any sports pundit is not predicting the obvious, but predicting the unforeseen, unknown, and various other ambiguities that come with the sport.

Now that there’s a free weekend between now and the big day, Mr. Peebles went absolutely gonzo, pouring over the odds, prop bets, and money lines trying the find an edge. He spent most of yesterday watching re-runs of Sportscenter and eating Fruit Loops on the couch, while drinking Mike’s Hard Lemonde from a gallon pitcher. Needless to say, these habits brought him down a few pegs, and now he’s been committed to an undisclosed hospital location, in order to prevent further madness - and God forbid, switching from Fruit Loops to plain Cheerios. Ouch…

Peebles Will Re-Emerge February 5

Just before publication, we learned that he’s getting out Feb. 5, in part because his health care plan doesn’t pay for NFL insanity, and also because one can only afford so much mental health care paying cash on the barrel. To all those that believe the National Health Care debate is pointless, remember this: when you’re in a tough spot, who’s more likely to have your back? The HMO or Uncle Sam? Say what you will about democratic government, but Mr. Peebles figures odds are the government would take better care of him than XYZ Health Insurance, which most certainly will be raising premiums to untoward levels post this temporary insanity episode.

During a few lucid moments, Peebles did say he thinks the Lombardi Trophy will go to the Saints. They played well during the NFC championship, but on a scale from 1-10, Peebles thinks they played 8.5, whereas at 10 they would have crushed the Vikings. They’ll need their 10 game February 7, because Peyton Manning and the Colts aren’t d*cking around. Peebles thinks Manning or Brees will take home the MVP award, that is, unless there’s some miraculous play that sweeps everyone off their feet. Don’t bet too much, though, because we all know Mr. Peebles things Prop bets are for punks (and losers).

Rest assured, Pete Peebles will be his same old self very soon, but for now, it’s Crazy Eights, Snakes and Ladders, and counseling until he can get himself under control. Until the kick-off February 7, 2010….

Good Luck NFL Betting from Mr. Peebles!