Can you read a Super Bowl story today without reading about Janet Jackson's bare breast?
Not here.
It was the highlight of the game.
Aside from the nekkid referee doing an Irish step dance, that is.
It's a good thing Super Bowl Security was so tight, right?
Speaking of Ms. Jackson, does anybody besides me remember when singers actually sang at a live performance? Shania Twain is coming to Thompson Boling Arena in a few weeks, and there's really no point in going to see the show. You might as well put a copy of her CD in the stereo and sing along.
That's what she does.
Back to the Super Bowl, the commercials seemed a little tame this year, but my personal favorite has to be the bagpiper for Sierra Mist, with snow volleyball a close second. Honorable mention goes to Staples, with the supply room mob boss. The dumbest commercials had to be the Gilette Mach 3 Razor commercials. I use the damn thing, but I feel like pitching into the garbage after that overblown crap.
It's a razor, people, not a quick pass to personal salvation.
There were a couple of other cute commercials, but on the whole, they were instantly forgettable.
Finally, what article on the Super Bowl would be complete without mentioning the game itself?
This one.