Obligatory Post-Super Bowl Blog

Well let me reveal an Earth-shattering fact: that was pretty weak. Although I guess that shouldn't have come as much of a surprise, given that it had all the characteristics of every other playoff game this year. Those being:

• Not a terribly intruiging matchup
  
• No big-name star having a particularly big night
  
• No spectacular numbers from either team
  
• A couple of ok but not very memorable plays
  
• Several blown calls that may or may not have changed the final outcome
  
• One team just sort of inevitably cruising towards victory
  
• Me not caring
  

Fortunately it was the Super Bowl, so there were lots of hilarious commercials to spice things up! Haha hooray! Oh wait actually no! No, there weren't. Because, there were maybe like three decent ones. I enjoyed Sprint's "crime deterrent" one, because people getting hit in the face with things hasn't and never will get old. Also I don't know if it was like this all around the country, but us folks here in New England were INUNDATED with crappy, low-budget local car dealership ads. My roommate and I were watching in stunned disbelief, completely positive that the rest of the country was being treated to hilarious Bud Light-related hijinks and maybe Jessica Simpson being hot, while we were stuck watching Susan McBusinesswoman wax poetic about Subarus. Bad times overall. The one real victory tonight was my continual, game-long intake of Funyuns, buffalo chicken strips and Dr. Pepper, which currently is causing a Code Black type situation inside of my body. Not that I know what that is yet. I will soon though! Excitement.


Games like this make me wonder if the NFL has peaked, and is now starting to coast back down into the dredges of average public interest, sort of like the NBA circa 1992 or maybe Vitamin C circa the autumn after that graduation song came out. Our collective national attention span seems to be too short for any one thing to be so popular for so long, you know? Just sayin'.

Also! If anyone was still unsure whether or not the Rolling Stones can put on a good show, you can stop wondering! Because, they can't I guess! You know when you say/write a word over and over and over, it just sort of loses meaning? For instance:

• Breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast breakfast.
  

I think that's what happened to poor old Mick on "Satisfaction." It's like, he doesn't say the words anymore, he just sort of drools out some vowel sounds that sort of match the original lyrics. I doubt he even notices. I can't imagine singing the same line every night for like 40+ years, that must be hellish. But then again, I can't imagine singing the same line every night for like 40+ years and getting paid for it every time, so maybe it's not so bad. Anyway, I think it's about time for the NFL to start scaling back the halftime thing, it doesn't seem that anyone actually enjoys it anymore.

Ok then we'll cya NFL! It's been real.