This man, James Harrison, is the Hero of the First Half. Too soon to say that? Mebbe. I don’t care.
I like Cris Collinsworth, even if he’s missing an H in his name.
I like Tony Dungy, even despite his personal religious beliefs.
Actually, this whole crew is pretty laid-back and easy to tolerate. I would have liked to have Keith on the show, but a grrl can’t have everything.
Can the commercials suck any more than they already do? I actually started muting them last year in the second half. I might have to do the same this year. It’s sad, really, because they used to be so enjoyable.
Ok. Here we go. At least we won’t see any nipple. Please god. Hines Ward, Troy Polamalu, and Mike Tim/Tomlin…yummy.
Yawn. oh, sorry. Woo, it’s Bruce. And the E Street Band. I wish he would do one of his depressing dirges just to bring the crowd down. That would be really funny.
Who wants to bet that the last song will be Born in the USA, even though it’s more a critique of the U.S. than anything else?
Ok, they are good performers. I’ll give them that much.
Hm. Maybe I should go get food now. I don’t want to miss a nipple moment, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen.
Wow. No Born in the USA. I’m glad I didn’t make that bet! On to the second half.
Fire. I like fire.
Oops. More halftime. The Bus! I love the Bus! Ok. Now, the second half. After these messages, of course.
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