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Get your Super Bowl somewhere else. The guys in Detroit are reporting, blogging and working the room like John Clayton on Mountain Dew Accelerant, or whatever their new version of a three-day bender happens to be.

No, this is not the place to bash Detroit, or the Super Bowl matchup, or the indignities perpetrated on the Seahawks by the heartless oddsmakers. This isn't even the place to read an impassioned lament regarding the two-week wait between games.

You can look almost anywhere else in the ethereal ether and find someone breaking down some infinitesimal aspect of Sunday's game. It's really the game within the game, with everybody who knows everything vying to prove it first.

This isn't meant to diminish the time-wasting legitimacy of those endeavors. Pontificating about the Super Bowl and complaining about the Super Bowl site are, without a doubt, among the sporting world's most regal time wasters.

But they pale in comparison to the biggest and most important time waster of all: the final minute of nearly every college basketball game.

They simply won't end. Coaches take over and timeouts are called, foul shots are shot and pretty soon you've spent 10 minutes watching 23 seconds. The cutoff point for fouling and time-outing, if memory serves correctly, used to be six or seven points when the game clock dipped beneath 30 seconds. Now, coaches are routinely hopping up to call timeouts and the assistants are scurrying around with clipboards and student managers are frantically bringing the stools out with 15 seconds left in a 10-point game.

One of the most extreme cases of timeout exhaustion came in Sunday's Washington-Stanford game. There were six timeouts called in the final 5.9 seconds of the game. Think about that: more timeouts than seconds.

The worst thing about it? It worked. Stanford kept calling timeouts until it won the game. I'm still not sure exactly how it happened, but I think it had something to do with calling so many timeouts that Washington got to the point that it couldn't tell the difference between the clock's moving and the clock's being stopped.

Huskies coach Lorenzo Romar, perhaps thinking it was a contest, called one timeout for every timeout Stanford called. And his team was ahead.

So it turns out Washington -- confused, tired and understandably disinterested -- forgot to play defense in the last 2.3 seconds. Then a freshman guard realized the clock was moving so he fouled a guy shooting a 3 with two-tenths of a second left. The three free throws tied the game. After overtime and a few more timeouts, Stanford won.

The success of this maneuver will be felt deep inside every one of us. In the end, it will lead to more of what took place over the course of those 5.9 seconds.

In other words, more of nothing. As if we don't have enough of "nothing" this week.

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No matter what, this has to be an angle: The Seahawks, of course, are feeling disrespected.

Not to be outdone: The Steelers are feeling a little of that, too.

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