Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts

Sunday, February 5, 2012

It must be said

. . . that it's a damn good game when these two games get together.

injuries

How is it that a guy with a knee sprain is gonna try to finish up the game? A KNEE SPRAIN, America. I ask you.

Also, Eli looks really cute when he gives those coy sidelong glances when he huddles up.

SMASH

Man, they have really promoted the hell out of SMASH. Anyone gonna watch?

I wish I waned to. I always love to have some more TV to look forward to. But I'm just not feeling the love. I already know I want the blond one to win anyway, because she's not as skinny as the other one.

Deja Vu

Too bad, so sad, Tom Brady.

Madonna

Geoff and I were just remembering (actually) how charming she was in one of our fave movies--A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN. Geoff just reminded me of this line: "What if at a key moment in the game, my uniform burst open--and oops!--my bosoms come flying out. That might draw a crowd, right?" To which Rose O'Donnell replies, "You think there are men in this country who ain't seen your bosoms?"

Oh, Betty White

I love you.

Madonna

Well, the show is shaping up to be about Excess. But nothing could be as bad as last year's show with Fergie. And really it was kind of bad when Bruce Springsteen accidentally goosed himself with his microphone.

I feel like writing Offensive Linemen jokes

Q. What's bigger than one offensive lineman?

A. Two offensive linemen. Obv.

Unfortunate food surprises

It looked like guacamole when I bought it as Smith's marketplace yesterday.
It's green.
It has spice things in it.
It's got the look and feel of a dip.
But when I just scooped it up with my chip and stuffed it into my epically willing face, it doesn't really taste like guacamole.
What is this? Faux Guac? Instant Guac along the lines of Instant Disgusting Potatoes?
I am disappointed beyond words.
I need therapy.
The end.

Dear Chevy Sonic

Trust me. I won't try any of those stunts (sky-diving, kickflip, bungee jumping, making a music video) at home.

Especially not the music video.

Right, Becks

Dear Beckham,

You are hot. And ripped. And you have a buttload of amazing tats. But that H&M commercial was just a little too narcissistic, dude. Seriously.

Hey, Jason Pierre-Paul

Awesome defense!

Also, awesome last name!

I never get

. . . the Go Daddy.Co commercials. What is Go Daddy.Co anyway? An escort service?

Snack Report

If you were watching this game at la Casa de Cannon, you too could be eating wings, tortilla chips, seven layer bean dip, cherry sours, peanut butter m and m's, and vividly vanilla ice cream.

You cannot watch the Super Bowl without wings. Period. End of story.

Oooooo. Nice run, Welker! Even though I hate your team!

Have you ever noticed

. . . that you stay in the room while the commercials are on? And leave for a minute during the game?

Is it possible

that the Giants are actually the best team in the NFL right now? Despite their regular season?

Oh, Eagles. Why couldn't you have gotten your crap together earlier. Why? WHY?

Intentional grounding

Too bad, so sad, Tom Brady!

of audis and vampires

I was hating that commercial. And then when the vampires started exploding in the headlights, I kinda dug it. Reminds me of our old audi. I used to love to slay vampires with that car. When it was working. Which it hardly ever did.

Colors

Hey! Everyone is wearing red, white and blue out there! Super patriotic wardrobe decisions. Snaps for that, gentlemen!

Dear Eli Manning

Why don't I think you are as cute as your super cute brother Peyton who looks like my nephew Josh?

I don't love either of these teams. Which team is the lesser of two evils? Can an Eagles ran really cheer for the Giants? And then there's Tom Brady. I've had a hard time with Tom Brady ever since he started letting his super model wife, Gisele Bundchen, play beauty parlor with his hair.

He's tough, though. In spite of the silly hair moments.