… I flipped over to check the score and instead caught the half-time show. I found myself wondering out loud: How sickening would it be to be a huge football fan, finally get tickets to the Superbowl, and have to sit through a half-time bathed in purple light watching/listening to the thing formerly known as “prince” (or whatever the hell it’s calling itself these days)?
I think I’d decide that I once again enjoyed the taste of beer and go stand in line to get some. A lot.
I did catch the score, 16-14, Colts up at the half, I honestly could not care less who wins, but the Indiana team seems to be the fan favorite. So… yay.