Monday, February 07, 2011

On Super Bowl XLV

I don't ever watch the game.  But I'm glad the Lombardi trophy is back in Green Bay's hands.

I catch all the commercials on You-Tube.  I particularly like the one where sprinkling Doritos crumbs on Grandpa's ashes brings back Grandpa.  Makes me want to go dump a bag on a certain railroad track.

Baby Vader was cute too.  Makes me miss Dick Cheney.

I don't care about the President's menu for his Super Bowl party.  I care about his stance on Egypt and the Muslim brotherhood.

If I were getting $2700 for a $900 ticket, I'd take my money and go home - and watch the game on TV next year.  Lesson learned.

I HATE IT when wailing/grand-standing mega-stars botch the National Anthem.  Nothing makes my skin crawl more.  I think Whitney Houston should do two make that three weeks of NFL-funded re-hab/spa-treatment before the game every year, and be given a permanent gig.

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