Time to break out the hair dye: one thing is for sure when it comes to this year's Super Bowl: the winner will see red.(My Turn)

Well, here it is: the moment I have been waiting for my whole career. This week, something magical will happen in Jacksonville, and I know I will never be the same. I, Joseph Francis Buck, will get to play the TPC at Sawgrass. I cannot wait to stare down the island green on 17 and dunk an overpriced Titleist into the drink. That will be unforgettable.

Oh, yeah, I'm calling the Super Bowl, too. Will the game be memorable? Who knows? History says the odds are against it, but I am a dreamer, and I believe the Eagles' odds of winning are far better than Vegas says they are. The Eagles will figure out a way to score on that swarming New England defense. I mean, c'mon--it's Donovan McNabb! There is no way you can pin him down and make him that kind of an underdog.

Crazier things have happened. Did anyone think Clay Aiken, with that dopey look, had a chance to win American Idol the first time they saw him? OK, he didn't win, Ruben Studdard did, but that is not important. The important thing is we all love Clay now and cannot get enough of his music. "If I was invisible ..."? 'Fess up, Aiken, you know you have us right where you want us--eating out of the palm of your pale hand.

And what were the odds of Conan O'Brien becoming a successful talk show host and the heir to the Carson throne? Not believable if I think back to the first time I saw him after he took over at NBC for David Letterman. He was awkward and nervous and wore a pompadour. Now he is considered the hippest dude of late night, just waiting for the dancing Itos to carry Jay Leno off to TV Land.

What do Conan and Clay have in common? It's a redhead thing. These "reds" ...