I'm here, in my room, trying to watch the Super Bowl, one of sports biggest moments, through the static mess that is life without cable. I'm relying on my antennae to do its job and present me with clear, crisp images of Tom Brady and some other team I can't for the life of me remember. Oh, right, don't forget those commercials, too. -- Ice cube as XXX.
-- Ohh monkey commercial. Ha ha. Love my Verizon.
-- I like the Pepsi Light. Clever...using celebs.
-- I really, really want to see Vin Disel's new movie. And I’m not kidding or anything.
-- Fed Ex. Ha hha. In the running. Groin Kick!
-- Carson! from QE.
-- GoDaddy.com. Meh.
-- I want to see Will Smith's new movie too.
-- Rugby. What a rough sport.
-- The game's tied. Is that what you call it in a football game when two teams have the same score, right?
-- Ok. Brad Pitt's hot.
-- Half Time show: What a difference. From Jacket Jackson's breast to Paul McCartney's guitar. Dude, that guy is super duper cool.
-- And the PATRIOTS WIN THE SUPER BOWL.
Good night.
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