That time of year again. Dad and I head to Vegas to bond at the craps tables and pay the Venetian Hotel's electric bill. (Me and money have a casual relationship, at best.) Sunday, we park our butts at the sports book, tell each other what we're gonna bet, then do the exact opposite. (Some families play catch...)

Leaning toward Pittsbirgh, but that'll change a couple dozen times before Sunday. And what about the other stuff? You know...Is Holmgren gonna challenge a play before the half? Will Aretha Franklin have a wardrobe malfunction during the anthem? How many times will Madden mispronounce Roethlisberger? I've got some studying to do.

For a pretty long list of possible bets, click here. Or check out these tv bets. Then tell me what you'd bet, and I'll let dad know.