Editor's Note: Super Bowl Sunday means one thing: Tim and John duke it out in a picks column. If you're gambling, go with Altork's pick, he currently leads the series 2-1. Altork picked the Steelers in Super Bowl XLIII and the Saints in Super Bowl XLIV. Breech's only win: he got lucky and picked the Giants in Super Bowl XLII.

Breech's Pick

As a lifelong Cincinnati Bengals fan, I think I need to make a few things clear right now, so here I go: I hate the Pittsburgh Steelers. I hate Steelers fans. I hate the color black. I hate the color yellow. I hate the city of Pittsburgh. I refuse to use Steel because it's associated with the city of Pittsburgh. I never use the word terrible. I hate towels. I really hate terrible towels. I hate Terry Bradshaw. I hate Chuck Noll. I hate Bill Cowher. I hate Mike Tomlin. I really hate Hines Ward and I don't think Mean Joe Green is that mean. Oh and because of Troy Polamalu, I know longer use Head & Shoulders… or any shampoo for that matter.

When the Steelers play in the Super Bowl, I don't watch the game, instead, I sit in a closet for three and a half hours eating nachos, reading US Weekly and drinking grain alcohol (Remember, you should only drink if you're over 21 or if you're a Bengals fan who hates the Steelers).

Alright, now that I got that 177 word diatribe out of the way, lets get to my Super Bowl pick.

Two years ago, I picked Arizona to beat Pittsburgh 23-20. I was laughed at and mocked. Steelers fans emailed me before the game telling me Arizona was the worst Super Bowl team ever. They told me that the Cardinals were more harmless than a litter of baby unicorns. They said the Steelers would win 31-10.

Well, with 37 seconds left in the game, guess what the score was: Arizona 23 to 20. I was 37 seconds from looking like a genius. Instead, Benjamin Roethlisberger threw the most miraculous touchdown pass ever, but I didn't see it of course, because I was in a closet, eating nachos, reading US Weekly and drinking grain alcohol.

Although I hate the Steelers with the fury of 10,000 suns, that's not why I'm picking against them today. I'm picking against them today for one reason: because I think the Packers are better.

If there is one quarterback in the NFL who can out Roethlisberger Ben Roethlisberger, it's Aaron Rodgers. Rodgers loves to run around and makes things happen, however, Roethlisberger invented running around and making things happen. And rest assured, both quarterbacks are going to be running for their lives the entire 60 minutes on Sunday because the Steelers have the No. 1 ranked defense in the NFL, the Packers have the third.

Because the defenses are so good, I expect this to be a close game that comes down to one thing: Pittsburgh's mediocre corners (The safeties are great, the corners are bad).

Rodgers will burn the Pittsburgh secondary for at least two touchdown passes, maybe three.

My heart says Green Bay 81-7, but my head only says 30-24 Packers. For the love of all the girls in Milledgeville, I hope I'm right. 

Altork's Pick

I was initially going to take the Packers in this little annual duel of ours, but Breech told me if he had to write about the Steelers winning the Super Bowl he’d then be forced to perform an impromptu tracheotomy on me with his pen.

You see, we in the south don’t understand this, but for people in the Midwest pro football rivalries actually mean something. You may not know this, but a) Breech is a Cincinnati Bengals fan, and b) Bengals fans bitterly despise the Steelers. It would be like me writing a column about how the Florida Gators are going to win yet another national championship. I might end up being correct, but I’d then have to type “Go Dawgs! Sic ‘em!” 1,000 times to purge myself of the disgusting funk that would cloud my being after doing it.

Also, I don’t think I could justify picking the team that so relentlessly pounded the Falcons into the Georgia Dome turf in the second round of the playoffs. It’s not the same level of hatred that Breech feels for the Steelers, but there’s certainly no love lost between me and those ‘roided up hick idiots A.J. Hawk and Clay Matthews. You think those guys are clean? Take a look at their chins during the game tonight and try to think of one person you know who a) isn’t a body builder or b) hasn’t been exposed to gamma radiation, and still has a jaw that wide. If you happen to run into Hawk and Matthews, please don’t tell them about this column. They might get mad, turn green and destroy my house with their bare hands.

Not that Ben Roethlisberger is some kind of saint. You know you’ve crossed the line in life when the press questions your judgment after you take your linemen out for dinner at a barbecue restaurant and then you close the night at a piano bar.

An AP story on Friday quoted a member of the press as asking Roethlisberger, “Why did you think it was appropriate to go out Tuesday night and spend some time in a bar?” As ridiculous as that question sounds, given Big Ben’s track record at bars, the appropriateness of going to another one during Super Bowl week is definitely a subject for inquiry. Not along the lines of, say, getting arrested for soliciting a prostitute during Super Bowl week, but still. (Damn you, Eugene Robinson.)

Yes, the tradition of rogues playing the Super Bowl is strong, but there still is a game to be played. And someone must win that game. And here is why that team will be the Steelers.

1. Experience: Big Ben has been there twice and won it twice. His play has seemed completely unfazed by the goings-on surrounding his purported malfeasance. In fact, Roethlisberger said that he takes his linemen out every Tuesday during the season, but as a Super Bowl tradition he allowed them to pick the place they went. Any time you’ve been to the Super Bowl enough to have a “Super Bowl tradition” you definitely have the upper hand.

2. Mike Wallace: No, not the old, slow guy from 60 Minutes. The young, fast guy from Ole Miss. He averaged 21 yards per catch and scored 10 touchdowns as a receiver for the Steelers. They lull you to sleep with short completions and their pounding running attack, then Bang! Mike Wallace goes vertical and scores before you know what you hit you. I know this personally because he burned me twice during the fantasy football season, including in my league championship. So he’s already won one championship this season. There’s no reason to think he can’t do it again. (And Wallace will be the MVP of the game.)

Tim’s Pick: Steelers 27, Packers 17