Black Eyed, PLEASE!
Something came to mind during, and in the many hours that have followed Super Bowl Sunday’s great game. First of all, since I’m not a huge football fan at all, giving the game kudos isn’t a small thing – I was pretty darned entertained throughout the duration. I have claimed before, and I’ll say it again: I’m a fair weather football fan, and if for no other reason than what happened to the Seahawks those years ago – I couldn’t root for the Steelers.
That being said, in he last few minutes of the game I found myself almost hopeful that they’d make a comeback and be amazing. I’m sure after the fact I would have poo-pooed it… but in the moment I think I was latching on to the excitement and momentum of the game. And besides, it wasn’t the Steelers who knocked the Seahawks off. Not alone anyway. Those referees… oh don’t get me started!
So I’m lounging there in silence pondering Superman. Yeah, good ol’ Christopher Reeves, Superman. Remember the time in 1980′s Superman 2, when Supes decided he would give up his powers so he could be with Lois Lane? (Even though it was cigarette smoking Margot Kidder, it was still a nice sentiment.) Superman stepped into that crazy Krypton shower stall and beamed his powers away, and we got to see him kind of go back in time and re-suffer the flame throwers from Lex Luthor’s sewer-secret-hideout entrance. Oh the pain he looked like he was in! Like he was being ripped in two – giving up his heritage, his powers, and a part of his past… so he could be a normal schmuck.
That my friends is what it was like listening to Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas belt out Sweet Child of Mine with Slash during the half time performance. My youth and any memory associated with that song – ripped from me and tarnished. Nothing more than tattered remnants, I felt like my ear holes were being raped by Fergie’s terrible live performance. I ended up walking out of the room. I swear to all that is good left in this world, that I did. I don’t like Will I. Am – and I thought he blew her out of the water. Even the other two Crap Eyed Peas sang better than she did.
I heard Usher came on stage. I missed it. I would have rather seen LL Cool J, especially if Momma had told him to knock her out. I would be willing to re-live the experience if someone would have not let her sing. Sure allow her on stage – or just stick her picture in the corner of the screen or something – She’s not dog-butt ugly.
Look Fergie: It’s not that I’m mad at you – I’m just disappointed.
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Well Doug, you have to look at the bright side. At least her space-age tutu stayed dry.