I waited a day to recap the Superbowl to give some much-needed attention to the Dan Patricks and Peter Kings of the world. Now that they’ve had their moment in the sun, I’ll go back to dominating all things media related.
The game was good. The Cardinals covered the spread. I won money. ‘Nough of that.
The Boss played “Tenth Avenue Freeze Out”, “Born to Run”, “Workin’ on a Dream”, and “Glory Days”. I was impressed by the selection…two songs off of Born to Run…nice work Brucey. As for the performance…not impressed, not disappointed…enjoyed the knee slide into the camera and the SNF-esque knee drop in the beginning.
Wait…I’ve seen that knee drop move before…but where? Anyone? Anyone?
Personal side note about the song “Born to Run”…after the instrumental break mid-song, Bruce says “1, 2, 3, 4, the highways jammed with broken heroes on a last-chance power drive”. You know what I’m talking about. So…I’ve listened to the song about 300-400 times and have sung along with it a majority of those times. Well…I’ve only timed the “1, 2, 3, 4” properly about 5 times. No idea why I can’t do it, but it irks me.
Superbowl parties are always interesting. This year I enjoyed the game with four wonderful people. We enjoyed 40s of PBR, cheese dip, and played the commercial game.
What is the commercial game? Well, the commercial game is where, prior to the kickoff, each viewer chooses a company that might advertise during the game. If your commercial comes on first, you no longer have to get up for beers during the game. This continues to the next person, and so on, until no one’s commercial are left. It’s a historical game that goes back to February 1, 2009…yes, we made it up. Nevertheless, the five of us chose companies: Pepsi, Coke, Miller (High Life), Mercedes, and Cadillac (my choice).
I guess it’s the shitty economy or poor guesses…but only two of the premonitions came to fruition…Pepsi and Coke. Fuck you Cadillac! The marriage is over. I will no longer wear my Cadillac t-shirt, speak of my 1988 Cadillac Eldorado, or refer to myself as the “Cadillac of Men”…well, I may still do that last thing.
Nice job Cassie and BTA…you were better than me for one day…don’t get used to it.
Oh yeah…Dr. Mike watched the game from a place called the Booby Trap. Seriously…he went there. Seriously…he is a doctor.
As stated above, I was a little disappointed by the commercials this year. Unfortunately, I was NOT in one of the households that received the porno-enriched broadcast. Here is the only one that I really enjoyed:
I had an epiphany on Saturday…I think I like In Touch magazine better than Us Weekly magazine. I know what you’re thinking and no, I’m not crazy. Sometimes you just grow up and move on. I feel In Touch caters more to the unisex reader…with less style and makeup tips. I think it’s the right fit for me.
My In Touch Leo horoscope for February 2-8:
Have faith in your instincts – whatever new style you choose will totally blow everyone away. Don’t be shy about accepting kudos for a job well done – you may finally get the recognition you deserve. Lucky color: Purple.
What the hell does any of that mean? Anyone? Anyone?
Still, nothing beats the Seventeen magazine horoscopes. How do I know? Long story…don’t feel like getting into it.
Saw this thing on The Soup on Saturday. Really people? Is this necessary?
I see that people are still making movies, tv shows, and commercials in 3D. This needs to stop. Captain Eo (Part 1 - Part 2) was one thing…but this is getting out of hand. It’s been 25 years and it hasn’t caught on. Marketing firms of the world...think…3D is lame…stop making shit in 3D. Thank you.
Daytime TV is very interesting. Today I watched David Spade’s hit movie Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star. Wow. What have I become?
Really surprised this didn't win a Grammy.
“Just My Imagination” by The Temptations
“House of the Rising Sun” by The Animals (Jukebox song #5001 at The Buccaneer)
“Beginnings” by Chicago
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ReplyDeleteI am officially submitting my first letter to G-d. It's my own personal response to the Weekend Update on the Bacon Explosion. If you could pass along to the big guy, that'd be most appreciated:
Dear G-d,
Just wanted to let you know I am super pissed about the pork being unkosher thing. So NOT cool.
The Jew
Does that mean you are going to dye your hair pink?
ReplyDeleteI guarentee the goatee saver was invented by a total douche bag who is making money ripping off other total douche bags, and that pisses me off.
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