We're a mere hours away from the most over-hyped sporting event of the year, so it's time for Stuck in the 80s offer a prediction: Giants 39, Patriots 35.

I'm officially invoking the Ghosts of the 1986 Giants to seize the day. Anyone remember Super Bowl XXI? The Denver Broncos came into the game looking as good as they ever were. John Elway was in his prime. And what happened? Giants QB Phil Simms completes 88 percent of his passes, and coach Bill Parcells gets the first-ever Gatorade bath. Ah, happy days.

Truth be told, I'm neither a Giants or Patriots fan. The only reason I remember that Super Bowl is that I met a group of girls at the viewing party who were bored and we organized a little "Marco Polo" party down in the heated pool during the game's second half.

A fun and highly inappropriate time was had by all until one overzealous Giants fan barfed in the pool, forcing one giant "Fish Outta Water" exodus.

It was like the candybar in the pool scene from "Caddyshack" -- only the alcohol-engorged contents of this disaster spread like a renegade oil spill.

And people wonder why I'm stuck in the 80s. Write it down, Pats fans. The Ghost of the Puking Giants Fan will haunt your team today. And probably some nearby pool as well.