I do have to admit, this Superbowl is like rooting between a turd sandwich and pee flavored slush. No matter how the NFL wants to hype it up, I couldn't care less about two brothers coaching against each other. "Wow! Who will win?" The one I couldn't give two ... about.
The only thing I care about is seeing the knife wheeling murdering, oh sorry, I mean steroid taking, oh crap did it again, I mean Raven's Ray Lewis lose. Other than watching that fake jackass end his crying spell, this is a game only appealing to fans of either franchise. By the way NFL, haven't you learned from OJ that when you kill someone, it doesn't matter how good you were at Football? He got off criminally too.
Even the talentless cookie cutter Beyonce performing the half time show makes me want to smash a bowling ball through my in-laws TV. Yes, I will be watching the game with them this year.
"Oh, will her husband Jay-Z make a surprise appearance?" I don't know, after all, a Superbowl between Baltimore and San Fransisco needs a halftime show with a surprise performance from a guy, who only makes it in his business by slapping his garbage rapping into other people's songs, rapping about New York. And, I always get called a racist for this, but the man looks like a monkey. NOT BECAUSE THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN! Because, his facial bone structure has that Neanderthal, monkey look to it. The color of his skin is meaningless to me. And yes, I have said that in my work (a classroom full of all Spanish and African-American teenagers). So I mean it when I say race has nothing to do with that comment.
So, a few beers for me+Beyonce's craptastic extravaganza = smashed TV for the in-laws.
To quote John Belushi in Animal House "Sorry."