Well, I started late… I thought the game would start later than six-bloody-thirty. So sue me — this is the only football I watch all year. Because my father used to own a football team, that’s why. Just caught the tail-end of a promo for Constantine, which I’d planned to watch anyway.
It’s occurred to me that the Super Bowl (with commercials) is the perfect blend of some main elements of the American character: beat the crap out of your opponent, and make tons of money.
Dare ya to prove me wrong…
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