We're with you, Bill -- can we just get on with it? AP

JACKSONVILLE, Fla. -- At this point of Super Bowl month -- has it really been that long? -- I feel like one of those little Martians in that Jack Nicholson sci-fi spoof Mars Attacks!, and Slim Whitman is yodeling over the loudspeakers.

"When I'm calling youuuuu, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-ooooooo."

Splat! The little guys' heads explode in a mass of green gel, the Martians are defeated, the Earth is saved and everybody left alive can get on with it already.

Slim Whitman, it must be reported, happens to be from Jacksonville.

We all know about the excesses of Super Bowl week. We all know that there are too many dumb questions, too many dumb answers, too much inane analysis, too much to drink, too many parties to plan, too many parties to attend, too many highlights shown, too much talk about the weather, too many so-called celebrities floating around, too much guacamole, too many chips, too many stories written, too many opinions and way, way, way, way too many run-on sentences.

By this time, every football fan in America is ready for this damn thing -- whoa, when you get to cursing, you know things have reached the breaking point -- to be played.

Are we ready for some football? To paraphrase Chandler Bing, could we be any more ready?

"If it isn't T.O., it's Freddie," Donovan McNabb, the Eagles' quarterback, summed up the other day. "If it isn't those two, it's the respect value. If it's not the respect value, it's being the underdog. If it isn't about the underdog, it is about 'Do we really think we can win?'"

Yes, it's all been covered this week -- really, has it been only a week? -- at the Super Bowl.