Thoughts of a liveblog of sorts were quickly vanished when they brought tacos into the office shortly after kickoff. Thoughts of winning any money in the office pool were shot to hell when I saw my numbers were Seattle-2, Pittsburgh-0.<\/p>\n
Rumor out of Detroit is that officials were slightly embarrassed at their selection for the halftime performers, so they wanted to find someone who’s act was older than the Stones.<\/p>\n
They found Chris Berman.<\/p>\n
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Overall, the only real items of interest are the Randle-El spasms and Darrell Jackson wondering who narrowed the field down in the corner.<\/p>\n
Commercials have been average at best, Bud Light again showing that they’re the old pros, and everyone else trying to be flashy and coming off boring.<\/p>\n
9:19pm: <\/strong>So you have NHL players that won’t come within 50 miles of the Stanley Cup due to superstition, but the NFL gets it’s players and coaches to stand in increasingly gay poses with the Lombardi Trophy? I wonder what the Vegas odds are on a shot of Jerome Bettis deepthroating the base of the thing? Or how long before we see Roethlisberger and Cowher posing with it, with Fred Smoot in the middle?<\/p>\n And Seattle shoots themselves in the foot with a pick and an illegal block. Who the hell is the quarterback blocking below the waist on an INT return!?!?!?<\/p>\n Commercials still quite dull, Benny Hill plotlines aside.<\/p>\n 10:47pm: <\/strong>What a fitting end to a “meh” game. Mike Tirico at center stage. Maybe him, Berman and the Steelers will be somehow disfigured before the night’s over.<\/p>\n One other, kind of random thought… I know there’s alot of emotion going on out there, but there was way too much crap after the whistles, I thought. Mostly precipitated by Pittsburgh, late hits, taunting, just stuff that was pushing the line awfully hard, if not crossing it. Made a game I was trying to enjoy for the sake of watching the Super Bowl that much less enjoyable. Case in (exclamation) point, after the last Seahawks pass fell incomplete, James Farrior spent a good amount of time barking and pointing in the face of the receiver on the ground who missed the pass. Way to win with class, James.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Thoughts of a liveblog of sorts were quickly vanished when they brought tacos into the office shortly after kickoff. Thoughts of winning any money in the office pool were shot to hell when I saw my numbers were Seattle-2, Pittsburgh-0. Rumor out of Detroit is that officials were slightly embarrassed at their selection for the … Continue reading Super Blah 40<\/span>