So everybody wants to talk about the commercials. Great. I want to talk about the Giants.

Yes, my team won the Super Bowl! Who cares about the commercials? Answer: the news, the blogosphere, social networks, gazillions of people at the water cooler. Of course, at $3.5 million for each 30-second ad, advertisers are hoping we're talking about their commercial. And buying whatever they're selling.

I didn't see all the commercials, but one of them blew the others away. It wasn't funny or suggestive. It was just compelling. A still photo from it is, in fact, the first thing I saw on my USA Today.

Another sad story from the "entertainment capital of the world." There's a lot of it behind all the Hollywood hype.

The sadness behind the stardom hit me again when I read about what just happened to a woman who has been, at times, the highest paid actress in Hollywood. She's been married to two of Hollywood's biggest actors and a cover girl on national magazines.

Storms on the sun. Right off the bat, that sounds like the makings of a new disaster or sci-fi flick. But, in this case, the results are beautiful. As in an incredible polar light show in the sky last week - with scientists predicting a lot more.

There were pictures all over the news last week of these spectacular colors painting a breathtaking scene in the night sky. It was the "northern lights" - also known as the aurora borealis. It's worth checking out on the Internet. I guess the approach of solar flares from the sun's recent turbulence just added a whole new richness to these lights that have amazed people for centuries.

Wow. For once, the United States Congress was totally united. No partisan torpedoes. No verbal dueling. Even tears of compassion from some usually tough opponents.

Gabby did it. It was just a year ago that Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords was gunned down at a Tucson, Arizona mall. The head wound she received threatened to end her life or, at best, leave her severely handicapped. Yesterday, she made her way to the floor of the House of Representatives to announce her resignation - for now - so she could concentrate on her continuing recovery. She really is a profile in courage.

"So you planning to go on a cruise sometime soon?" The guy checking me out at the drugstore pointed to the newspaper I was buying and asked me that with a wry smile. On the front page was the haunting picture of that capsized Italian cruise ship, overturned after going aground.

Here's a ship, larger than Titanic, eerily leaning into the sea. As of right now, 11 passengers are confirmed dead and more than 20 are still missing. Thousands of passengers are telling their stories of panic, mayhem and harrowing, uncoordinated escapes.

I like Tim Tebow. So this weekend's Broncos/Patriots playoff game hurt to watch.

No last-quarter or last-minute miracles. Tebow's team lost and lost bad. With a final score of 45-10, they weren't just beaten. They were crushed.

So much for anybody who thought Jesus is a ticket to the Super Bowl - or even a league championship. Because without preaching - just by living it - Tim's got us thinking of Jesus when we think of him. The media's all over the Tim Tebow story. Tim Tebow seems to want to redirect the attention. To Jesus.

Two stories in the news stuck out to me. The first troubling story said that Twinkies may be going bankrupt. How can that be? Talk about too big to fail! But, alas, there's word that the company that makes Twinkies may be filing for Chapter 11. Perhaps, if I eat enough of them in the next couple of weeks, I can make a difference.

I really like football. I just don't have much time to watch it. But this past weekend, I watched a whole game! And it wasn't even my team!

I watched the Denver Broncos win an astonishing victory over the heavily favored Pittsburgh Steelers in a wild-card playoff game. But I was watching more than a football game. I was watching Tim Tebow - and the drama that unfolds every time he takes the field these days. Yesterday was no exception.

Andy was a logical choice to play the Christmas angel in our college's annual musical. Blonde-haired, light-skinned - and he should have worn his glasses.

The auditorium was packed. The antiphonal choirs were singing, "While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night." The shepherds and sheep were "sleeping" center stage. Then "the angel of the Lord appeared unto them." Actually, Andy stepped out onto the little platform above the shepherds.

Our pre-school grandson must have overheard the weather forecast last night. "Chance of rain - maybe a few snow flurries." That's all he needed to hear.

He began to pray fervently. "Jesus, please make it snow tomorrow." Flurries are barely snow, but apparently the mention of them is enough fuel for hope. And faith. Especially faith.