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The SuperBowl.
Where do I begin?
111 million people watched it. It’s the 3rd highest rated TV show in history.
The game was a hard fought defensive struggle.
As usual, the number 1 defense in the league scored a TD and then held the opposing team in check.
The sheriff, Peyton Manning, may have ridden into the sunset with a storybook cinderella ending.
It’s hard not to root for Manning. He seems to be a good guy who just handles his business like a pro.
Super Bowl 50?
So many random ruminations.
Manning saying he was going to drink Budweiser, not once but twice in the post game hoopla.
My thought? Who the hell’s paying this guy and how much?
Budweiser may be the king of beers, but it also doubles as engine cleaner.
Then there was Cam Newton pouting after the game.
You could tell he wanted to have a full melt down and cry like a baby.
To his credit, he held it together.
Sometimes it’s better to say nothing and walk away.
As per usual, the only time the living room was full was when the half time show began.
My thoughts? Maybe Cold Play is a global band with a bunch of hits, but it just didn’t grab me by my special place and swing dance me around the room.
I didn’t care for Beyonce either. All I could think is how is that industrial strength zipper going to keep all the Beyonce Booty from going all wardrobe malfunction on us.
Once again, I thought Bruno kicked the most ass.
“He’s the closest thing to Michael Jackson currently out there,” I said to nobody in particular.
There were a few good commercials, but mostly forgettable chunks of 30 second drivel.
I liked the sheep singing Queen, though I can’t tell you what that commercial was for.
I liked the Doritos sonogram commercial where the unborn baby exploded out of his mom’s uterus.
After that, I’m not sure anything was worth holding my urine.
There was a moment when Panthers Running Back, Jonathan Stewart jumped into the endzone.
He went high into the air and CBS caught that moment and spun the viewpoint 180-degrees.
It was cool visual technology that I have not seen before.
It was like a video game, and I hope it becomes part of the regular Sunday line up next season.
I loved the food at the party, and I was happy to know that many people liked the hot wings I made.
I am not a good cook, but once in a while, I can throw some meat down on the coals and bar-b-que like a neanderthal from the Bronze era.
What else struck me?
Peyton Manning’s arm is a frayed memory of its former self.
It reminded me of a wet napkin in a cool breeze.
The oldest quarterback in the history of superbowls hasn’t said he’s done, but from what I saw, he’s done.
He owns every record any man could ever hope for.
Drink your Budweiser and do commercials, sheriff. Wait 5 years and be a 1st ballot hall of famer. Life is good!
The Broncos won 24-10. Vegas is usually right on. They blew this one, giving 4.5 points to a team that won by 14 on its own.
So another year is in the books.
Nothing left but the draft and well, there’s nothing left.
Sundays just ain’t the same with the NBA or bowling or X games.
7 months to go.
I’ll miss you NFL.
Life’s Crazy™