The pre-game hype hangs on longer than W. did in the last four years of his presidency. I didn’t watch any of it (except the interview with Obama), but every time I checked in, there was mucho blathering going on.
Someone god-awful just draaaaaaggged out America the Beautiful. I think it’s Faith Hill, but I quickly changed to a DVD while she was draaaaaagggging out one word.
Jennifer Houston doing a beautiful rendition of The Star-Spangled Banner. Good for her.
Woah, the sideline reporter, Alex something sounds like she’s mixed up her downers and her uppers. Hon, it’s meth in the morning and Valium at night. I hope that helps.
Old farts, war hero, tossing of the coin….and we’re off.
Ben scores! Oh no, it’s being challenged. Overturned. First gut-check of the night. Go for it! Oh, come on. Wuss. Mike, Bill would have decided to go for it. Oh well. Points on the board for Pittsburgh. That’s the important part, I guess.
Gah. First two commercials–suck.
TROY POLAMALU! Sigh. Live shop of Polamalu and his gorgeous hair.
Ok. I chuckled at Conan. That was a cute commercial.
Deep thought–how is it that car companies spend so much money on commercials and have so little to show for it? Maybe that’s why they’re going bankrupt.
Gotta say it–I don’t like Bruce Springsteen. Oh well. None of my faves will ever play the Super Bowl halftime show.
Someone please put John Madden out to the pasture. Thank you.
Well the Wild Cat got tamed.
Touchdown!
Ok, I like the Bud commercials because I like horses. And they are cute.
Star Trek. Yawn.
Deeper thought: Next year, it will be the 44th Super Bowl. Obama is our 44th POTUS. Does that mean the Bears will be in next year’s Super Bowl?
By the way, I would love to see an outdoor Super Bowl game in a place with snow. I know it will probably not happen, but I think a game at Lambeau Field (pictured to the left) would be faaaaaantastic. It would be Ice Bowl II: The Return of the Ice Bowl.
Ok, that was a nice catch. Maybe it’ll actually be a game.
G for goddamn stupid.
I wanna like Heroes, really I do. I am a graphic novel geek, but the show just leaves me cold.
Al Michaels is annoying, too. My fave football announcer is Jaws. Unfortunately, he’s paired with the grating, blithering idiot, Kornheiser. Oh, and I don’t have cable so no ESPN for me. Speaking of which, I would have loved to see Nadal beat Federerererererer last night at the Australian Open, Alas, it’s not shown on broadcast television, although it’s purportedly a major.
Crap. The game is turning. I don’t like it. I think Troy needs to have an interception/runback right about now.
Ok. Cardinals are a bit disjointed. That’s good.
I.Hate.freaky.babies.in.commercials. The e-trade baby is as freaky as a clown.
I also hate the drinkability commercials.
An impassioned plea to ad makers–companies spent gazillions to secure these spots. Please use more than thirteen brain cells to dream them up. That is all.
Wow. What a mean, nasty commercial (teleflora). I didn’t even know you could get flowers in a box. Is that like a dick in a box?
Gah. I said TROY should get an interception.
Now I’m listening to Dick in a Box, and I have the game on mute. How backwards is that? Muting the game and listening to the lame-ass commercials. Next up, Lazy Sunday, which is even funnier.
Woot! Interception and return! But it’s Harrison and not Polamalu. Shit. Flag. Oh, it’s on the Cards. Woooooo-hoooooooooo! Crap. I hope James is ok. Oh, he’s up. Whew. He probably was just winded. Touchdown!
Ok, posting this now. Next up, half-time horrors!
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