I curse thee Super Bowl Sunday 2010.
Let me count the ways.
1. My beloved Vikings aren't playing.
2. The commercials blow.
3. The half-time show? Boooring. Where's Janet's nipple when you need it?
4. The Saints. Blech.
5. Mason got a speeding ticket and I'm pretty sure Peyton Manning had something to do with it. How? I don't know. Yet, I do know that his slimey little self was involved ... somehow.
I hate thee Super Bowl Sunday 2010.
Thou bore me.
Thou robbeth me of $125.
Thou giveth me The Who to which I say "BOOOOOOOOO."