The NFL on Sunday debuted its annual commercial to build hype for the playoffs. While admirable in concept – the ad features a quick montage of YouTube clips of Saints fans celebrating Tracy Porter’s decisive pick-six of Fetushead Von Alwayschokes in last year’s Super Bowl – the spot closes on the disquieting image of a small Saints fan (possibly a child) leaping gleefully into the thrusting hips of a Ignatius Reilly-esque behemoth ironically clad in a Reggie Bush jersey.

If wildly size diverse couples, same-sex or not, wish to gyrate suggestively in elation following a monumental play, that’s their business, but we’d prefer the image of which not being foisted on the masses during each commercial break, which means potentially twice per kickoff.

On that note, please have at your teeming stocking of Manningface (Elisha edition) following the jump.

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I could see those sombreros being hindrance once the game begins. But you know how the Mexicans love the Breesus.

All week, it seemed that the Saints fans would easily overwhelm the fat humps in the stands today, but we failed to account that each fanbase would reflect the character of their hometown. The Who Datters showed up early in the week and partied late into the nights. The Colts fans showed up yesterday and in many cases this morning. Efficient, focused and obscenely obese. Very, very obese. Also, someone should have told them the jersey and khaki shorts look wasn’t a requirement for admission.

For those around, I am liveblogging this game – just not for KSK. Swing by The Sporting Blog if you want to follow along. Be advised that language restrictions are considerably more strict around those parts, and fewer comments will get through as Chris Littmann and I actually have to pay close attention to the proceedings and work. Should the paucity of dick jokes not gibe with your live blogging tastes, there’s always the comment section here. Or, y’know, you could talk to the other people at your party.

People, look at that. The Weather Channel made a lighthearted reference about New Orleans and a hurricane. Do you know what that means? It means that it’s hurricane season — for jokes! Yes, for too long, our nation has been quietly respectful of the Hurricane Katrina disaster that flooded New Orleans. You might even say that hurricane jokes were imprisoned for years after being wrongfully convicted of murder. But now it’s on, baby. The Weather Channel said so.

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This is probably the hardest call of the weekend. Will Arizona carry over its pointskkake from last week and bury a New Orleans team that struggled over the final month of the regular season to maintain its furious offensive pace from the rest of the year. Many people seem to think so. Personally, I wouldn’t be particularly surprised with the outcome swinging either way, unless it’s a 9-6 defensive struggle that comes down to a game-ending Neil Rackers shank.

Deuce McAllister was brought back to the Who Dats in a surprise signing yesterday, despite the Saints having four backs on the depth chart ahead of him and McAllister having zero healthy knees propping him up. Either way, it’s DDDEEEEEEEUUUUUUCCCCEEEEE chants that will abound.

In regards to Anquan Boldin, NFL Network’s Jason La Confora channeled PK in saying the chances of him playing are “quasi-miraculous.”

We would have also accepted “semi-Willisish”