I'll admit, I didn't spend my entire Monday searching the blogosphere to make sure that nobody else mentioned this...but there are a few things that have scarred my mind as a result of Sunday's Super viewing and they need to be addressed.
Lets start with "Sick"...I know some people think of Bruce Springsteen as "the Boss"... soooo...since when did it become appropriate for any "Boss" to slide his crotch right into your living room? Do I have a case for sexual harrassment? I do not recall asking for my entire TV screen to be blacked out by the Boss' tightlyencasedinblackdenim nether-regions.
It made the "highlights"...last 6 seconds....*shudder* (sorry, the embed link wasn't working, either that or I am too lame to know how to make it work)
Moving on to "Wrong"...Hey Boobula...how much did you tip the cameraman to get your red-spaghetti-strapped-"perky"-self on the "Boob-tube" 4 times in one 12 minute half time show? There were what? 70-75thousand people to chose from and you got your tata's highlighted approximately once every 3 minutes? I will say this...you looked like you were having a good time! (I am too scared to google "girl in red tank top"...to find you all a picture, but hey, if you watched the show, you know who I'm talking about)
Now for "SickNWrong"...this is what my husband really hoped I would make for superbowl snacks, but since I am a mean wife and refused to go to the grocery store Saturday night he didn't get one. Maybe for his b-day?...nah. I actually like him quite a bit and want to keep him around a while. In case you aren't familiar with this particular delicacy, it involves a weaved "Bacon Basket" 2 lbs of italian sausage, more bacon, some spices and some bbq sauce. You can get the recipe here.