Sometimes you just talk to hear yourself, just as sometimes news folks find a story to share just to have something to write/talk/blog about.

See what I mean, even I will discuss the power outage at the Super Bowl.

Except, I don't see what the big deal is. It's not very interesting. It was timely for sure, turning a blow out game - a 28-6 Ravens lead over the struggling 49ers - into a good game by shifting momentum. The Ravens held on, barely, winning 34-31.

The power outage even affected me, as my momentum was drained and I went to bed to watch the remainder of the game. Problem was, I kept falling asleep as we went into one of the great fourth-quarters of Super Bowl history. That 34-minute delay helped make sure I slept through that final drive, a strong defensive stop by the Ravens. I realized that the Ravens were winning, dozed, and then turned it off when over. The highlights the next morning confirmed that I had missed something good.

Now, the outcry over the Janet Jackson boob was overwhelming and that grew tiresome because of the outrage, much of it feigned. However, there's no outrage over the power outage, just questions demanding immediate answers.

But it's not a front page story. It's a part of the game's story, yes, like a weather delay or snow affecting the passing and footing. But all these stories about what happened are just noise. I accept that that an abnormality caused a system to shut down. I didn't then need to know the exact details and I still don't. If it was done on purpose, then that story will interesting, when it comes. I doubt that will happen, though.

But we need something to discuss and the commercials alone don't cut it.

I, though, choose to think of and read about something else... baseball.

I can't believe some of these deaths, as two sports stars from my youth have fallen.

First, the San Francisco 49ers Freddie Solomon died this week, battling cancer. He was one of the stars on the early 1980s Bill Walsh teams, making way for the phenom rookie Jerry Rice with grace and class. He still contributed, but the teammates worked together to win. Jerry Rice praised Solomon for teaching him much, as Solomon's final season was Rice's rookie campaign.

Then comes news that Gary Carter, the popular Montreal Expos catcher who went on to become more popular in New York as a world champion Met, had also died, again of cancer. In 1986, the Mets shocked the Red Sox and kept their losing streak alive with an improbable comeback in the World Series. Carter seemed like a classy player and good teammate, and I always liked that Carter went into the Hall of Fame as an Expo, where he had dominated his position for so long. It's good he got to compete and win a world championship in his later career but I'm glad he didn't forget his roots with that not-so-storied franchise.

Sure, they had a terrible stadium, but they had a cool name and even cooler uniforms.