Super Bowled

So, a little bit wasted right now. Whatevs. Watched the Super Bowl XXLII at my neighbors house tonight and am admittedly punchy. I watched some of the pre-game while doing a crossword this morning and am still curious as to what would happen if the ninety-nine cent guys had sex with those hot chicks in the Taco Bell commercial. What would happen if a human had sex with a number? I suppose it would be weirder than a farm animal, but could result in something as awesome as Winston, my friends dog who is half weiner dog and half rottweiler. I would never want to see how it happened, but Winnie is an awesome dog. Actually, it would probably just end up being mini-Hawking.

So, the game was great. This bitterness has been deleted. To tell the truth, it's good. Getting drunk on a Sunday is never a good idea. I'm drunk, but I'm still not saying it was a good idea, however, it was a good Super Bowl. The commercials sucked and the half time show would have been great in '93, but seriously, when did the NFl turn into the Christian Baptists? The last Tom Petty reinvention was in '93 and all the songs he was playing were from '78. A boob did this to us and now the NFL punishes us for Janet Jackson's nipple. I mean, honestly, just have Jack Johnson play and no one would even know that halftime ever happened. If you are going to be "smashmouth" then don't have the Osmonds play halftime you fucking dickfucks.

Regardless, it was a good game and I had a nice time with my neighbors and their kids. I guess I'm growing up. You hang out and watch the game with the kids and loan video games to them while talking about skateboarding. That's being 32, right?

Commercials sucked.
Paula lip-synched.
Pre-game/Pre-Kick was dogshit.

I wish Seacrest and Joe Buck would get on a plane with The Big Bopper and Buddy Holly and fly to the next show with Richie Valens. Yes, read into it.