I am irate. And in shock.
Ryan Seacrest? Red Carpet? John f'ing Travolta?
None, not one of these things should be on the Super Bowl broadcast. NOT ONE.
It's wrong.
It's against the rules of the universe.
The Super Bowl is the annual ode to macho manliness. It calls for pizza and wings and beer (and not some pansy low-carb beer either......real, man beer). And if you can't handle it, tough.
Chicks can only participate if they know their way around a line of scrimmage. Luckily, this reluctant fan has logged many hours on the couch.......I'm ready for the game.
Please, give me Howie, give me Marino, Terry, The Tuna, Steve Young......those guys, speech impediments and idiosyncracies and all.......at least they know what they are talking about. John f'ing travolta? Ridiculous Ryan Seacrest? What's next? shows on E critiquing the outfits of the players? Discussing Michael Strahan's tooth gap? I only care about the game, I don' t care what any celebrity thinks about it......unless he happened to play football at some point, then, and only then.....it's okay.
Let me repeat: A red carpet is not Super Bowl appropriate. period.
Now, everyday shut up and let's play the game.
Go Giants!
Sunday, February 3, 2008
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