Thoughts on the sporting event of the year, with interludes from The Boyfriend.
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Pre-Game Show : "This Cirque de Sole bullshit is making me lose my football boner." --The Boyfriend
5:10 : The Colts just hit the field. One player's name is Saturday. I wish that was my last name. Sounds like a character in a mystery novel.
5:12 : [Chicago Bears montage plays, with lyrics "Sixty minutes til the best in the world."]
Me: "Sixty minutes my ass, it takes four hours."
The Boyfriend: "Sixty game minutes."
5:15 : Ghost Rider? No. Billy Joel? No.
5:18 : "I wish that underneath Marlee Matlin's name it said, in parenthesis, 'world's most famous deaf person.'" -The Boyfriend
5:20 : Norbit? No.
5:28 : Devin Hester's hair? In a word--awesome.
5:40 : Sierra Mist beard comb-over commercial=solid B+
5:44 : I really don't need to hear about Peyton Manning's ripped back thumbnail. I can't unclench.
6:31 : "If I had a Chevy, I would sell it after watching that shit." -The Boyfriend
6:45 : Wild Hogs? Aw, hell naw. Bill Macy, you disappoint me, sir.
7:18 : It's official. That was the best half-time show I've ever seen. Prince continues to reign supreme.
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Eh. I got bored.