I’d like to thank everybody that’s been talking shit to me for the past two weeks… especially that guy Adam I met on Friday, who said the Saints “sucked” and “didn’t deserve to be in the Superbowl.” You really made this victory much, much sweeter for me.
I’d also like to thank Coach Sean Payton for making some of the ballsiest decisions I’ve ever seen in a football game. Going for it on 4th down, onside kick… it was fun to watch, Payton! I’m hoarse from screaming at the TV, and I’m pretty sure I’m down one eardrum.
On a sidenote, what was up with that miserable snoozefest of a halftime show? Couldn’t the NFL have afforded somebody a little more current, perhaps a little more physically mobile, like Beyoncé?
And what was up with those commercials? There were a couple funny ones, but I can’t remember what any of them were trying to sell. Isn’t that the point of commercials, to actually sell products? I remember the cute babies talking in adult voices. I remember the cow and the colt falling in love. What were those commercials for again? Nobody knows. What a colossal waste of money.
Anyway, commercials and guitar-playing dinosaurs aside, that was a fantastic game. Thank God for snowdays– we all have a chance to recover.