this year, i had a team. this year, they won. in fact, they utterly disannihilated their opponents (disannihilated is a word i just made up, which, contrary to what it may seem, means “really and completely annihilated”).
this year, the almost-naked woman became the icon of america, or so the commercials would suggest to a visitor from another planet. in fact, amongst the numerous boob shots and ass close-ups, such a visitor would be hard pressed to tell the difference between national television and softcore porn. maybe that’s just the idea…the real question is this: when we hit rock-bottom (in the next decade, i’d guess), do we (1) bounce back up, (2) lay there bleeding on the concrete, or (3) pick up shovels and dig till consumed by the fires of a Dantean inferno?
in any case, long live the superbowl and the recent scientific advances which make beer an acceptable post-workout thirst quencher.
