I hated this Super Bowl, and I suppose that proves that my plan is working. My plan is to become more invested in sports and less in politics in the coming year. But there are unintended consequences. Pain. Rather like Commander Data wanting to experience ordinary human emotion I find myself a bit overwhelmed by taking this crap seriously. What's worse is that I still haven't developed the proper vocabulary for excoriating players. It remains in my limbic brain from childhood. All I can do is curse and sputter. See the spit flying? Fricking losers.
I had to leave all of the Super Bowl parties early. I couldn't take it.
There were about six commercials out of sixty that were worth beans and not one that was just great.
The eTrade talking baby. The fire breather. The giant pigeons were memorable but that wasn't even a funny commercial.
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