What's so super about the Super Bowl? A bunch of guys running up and down the field, back and forth, back and forth. I don't get it. I see occasionally they kick the ball, the way I kick my beach ball around the house. And I like the guy with the whistle--I blow one too, you know, until it drives everyone crazy.
And who were those really, really old musicians singing at halftime? They were called the Stoned or something? They looked like they needed rocking chairs.
The only thing good about the game is watching the commercials, although my parents turned off the sound for one where a woman was--well, I'm not sure what she was doing, but it looked interesting.
I guess soccer is my game. I tried playing basketball the other day, and when someone shot the thing it bounced back and bopped me on the head. Why do they make those balls so big, anyway? I could have a very nice lawsuit on my hands.