CONGRATULATIONS to my hometown boys from Pittsburgh for a record *sixth* Superbowl victory. Of course, in honor of the game, I cooked up three pounds of bbq chipped ham, broke open the ketchup-flavored potatop chips, hung black+"gode" balloons on the porch...and invited one and all over for the big event. Did I mention that I also compiled a mix of Steelers songs and polkas for pre-game? Why, yes I did.
What else to say? Well, maybe something like this, about the halftime show (via Stereogum):
"Also it was an amazing night to have HD picture because when the Boss
thrust his crotch into the camera I think he impregnated my eyeballs.
That was very sexy, and totally one-upped Prince's dick-guitar.
LIke the thriller of a game, and like Springsteen's pelvic camera
crash, Bruce did not disappoint, turning his 12-minute allotment of
halftime-time into a full on barnburner."
(image from BruceSpringsteen.net)
I guess our society's true visionaries (the video game industry and our shiny new Mr. Prez) were right in their predictions about the game.
As Lincoln succinctly pointed out while Bobby Crocker put his coat on to leave at the game's conclusion, "What a mess!" But SO worth the clean up, BBK...
Basking in the glow until next year,
Blogorelli
(The Prof's friend) Beth's family rooted for the Steelers too! WOO!
http://twojunebugs.blogspot.com/2009/02/steeler-country.html
Posted by: blogorelli | Tuesday, 03 February 2009 at 11:03 PM
Hmph.
Posted by: the polish princess | Tuesday, 03 February 2009 at 05:43 PM