Stupor Bowl

Oh yeah.  I said it.  Stupor Bowl.  It's no longer about the actual football game, as anybody who watched today can attest to -- as there really wasn't a game.  It's about the commercials, half-time show, food, beverages, friends, and gambling.  It's also about those who brag about paying $2,000 per ticket to sit outside and freeze their butts off.  Whatever.  Glad you all have that much money and time to waste on a boring game. 

Here is the Stupor Bowl boiled down...

National Anthem:  Opera singing brings class to the event.  No crotch grabbing, wardrobe malfunctions, nor rap influences/techno funk.  Thank you.

First half:  Game was already over.  Did Denver even show up for the game?

Half Time:  Bruno Marz (a.k.a. Michael Jackson Jr.) was a class-act entertainer.  Loved his pompodor hair, sequined jacket, and skinny black tie.  Reminded me of the The Platters.  The Red Hot Chili Peppers reminded me of a white-supremacy group of neo Nazi's, but they nailed it with singing (probably to Manning) Give-it-away-give-it-away-give-it-away nowwwwwww....  Give-it-away-give-it-away-give-it-away nowwwwwwwwww.....

Second Half:  We are bored shitless and cheering for the clock.  Why?  Matt had 9-0 as winning squares for the third quarter.  That was our only hope for any excitement for this game.  Even that lame attempt at excitement was foiled. 

Last Quarter:  Everybody is laughing as this is going down in history as the most boring, laughable Super Bowl in history.  We are now betting on how many times a certain player scratches his privates.  Tick, tock, tick, tock....  go grab another plate of food.  The game was over before half-time.