Damn. Now I want fries.
You know, I have never bought something because of a commercial, but I certainly have NOT bought something because of one. Capital One falls in the latter category–I will never use them. By the way, I mute commercials every other time I watch TV, so this is agony for me.
James Harrison is cute, too. The Stillers are a handsome bunch.
Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne is a kicking song.
Annnnd we’re off.
Dang. James Harrison is the youngest of fourteen kids. I guess that’s the color to the story.
Oooh, fumble???? James Harrison recovers the turnover!
Wooooot! It’s gonna be overturned, though.
Ok, the Denny’s commercial with Martin Scorsese was worth half a chuckle.
Damn. Incomplete pass. But, Stillers should get the ball back, anyway, because it’s fourth down.
Oooh Troy’s luscious locks!

This man, James Harrison, is the Hero of the First Half. Too soon to say that? Mebbe. I don’t care.
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.
If you are a true football fan, today is THE day to be glued to your couch, chips in one hand and an adult beverage in the other. For some people, this ritual includes hanging out with like-minded souls, which I actually don’t like because it’s hard to watch a game in a mixed crowd. By mixed, I mean people who want to watch the game and people who only want to watch the commercials.