Bob Costas likes him some football. And based on that photo, Bob Costas should not be allowed within 100 feet of children while unsupervised.
Anyway, yes, Super Bowl (insert roman numerals here) was tonight. Solid game, down to the wire, Giants win 21-17. So this means I win me some cash money at work…enough cash money that I was starting to sweat the 4th quarter. Sons of bitches and their competitive game…
The highlight was of course Mario Manningham’s absolutely ridiculous catch along the sidelines.
The other noteworthy thing during the broadcast were the atrocious photos of the players displayed throughout. The poses were awful, they looked bad, and the Tom Brady one kept leering and blinking uncomfortably like he was watching everyone watch him…and possibly masturbating. It was disturbing. On the other hand, his offensive linemen looked like gay dancers trying to get in to fierce poses. It was adorable.
This is where I’d normally mock the half time show, but I really don’t remember much about it. Completely bland affair with Madonna struggling to move and generally looking her age. Luckily, for the sanity of the world’s population, there was no wardrobe malfunction. Apparently M.I.A. flipped off the camera at one point.
I didn’t even know she was there, but she was probably one of many ridiculously dressed armoured bird people on stage. I don’t even remember this happening, so it was apparently the most secretive bird in the long and glorious history of obscene gestures. Of course, it was rather hard to notice much of anything, what with B-boys in ridiculous masks, some dude dancing on a wire, and Cee-Lo Green appearing as a sort of corpulent, black, funky version of Emperor Palpatine.
There was football. It was enjoyed. Beer was consumed. Oh, and Giants tight end Jake Ballard blew his ACL. Now, this was notable for 2 reasons :
1. He was the second Giants TE to blow a knee out in the game.
2. He blew it out running sprints on the sideline an trying to prove that he was good to go back in to the game.
Apparently he wasn’t.
Beer, chicken wings, money on the line, a Sith lord at half time, bad Canadian commercials and a bizarre knee injury. Oh, AND a competitive game. I end the night satisfied. So does Eli Manning, who is probably getting all up in his brother Peyton’s face about having more Super Bowl rings…and a stable roster spot…and a working neck.
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