I think more people would watch if there was a Stormtroopers vs. Scout Troopers football game between the first and second quarters. They should also have a drum and bugle corps (like the Blue Devils) rock out the halftime show until the Janet Jackson fears die down (to borrow an idea from sidewalkdriver).
Doritos Samurai wins for Best Commercial. Any company that can make a fake suit of armor out of hydrogenated corn stuff has my vote.
Usually I’m pretty excited about the commercials. I will replay them in my head the next day, laughing the whole time. But most this year I’m trying to erase from my brain’s DVR.
To paraphrase Darth Vader:
I find your lack of pants disturbing.
(The link is actually safe. Check out how many lines in Star Wars take on a new meaning with the word “pants” interposed.)
If this is a commercially-created culture, where some say it’s the second busiest food holiday compared to Thanksgiving, I wonder how long the Super Bowl will go on. We’re at 44 now. Will we see a 344 (CCCXLIV for all you aqueduct-loving sports fans)?
As long as we haven’t given our pockets to Starfleet, I think we’ll still have a Super Bowl. (A serious question: I understand that Starfleet and the Federation have done away with money, but does no one chew gum in the future?)
I wonder if we’ll still have beer ads for Super Bowl CCCXLIV. I think in that time we’ll probably see an epic match-up between the Atlantis Constructs (we’ll finally annex the island) and the Sea of Tranquility Eagles (one of the biggest franchise moves since the Cardinals).
I just have to be patient. Of course I’ll live to see Super Bowl 344 – I’ll have my brain transported to a new cloned T-Rex body every 20 years.
We’re going to need more than 50 McNuggets. I’ve given you enough notice.
Thanks, Ohm, for your parting gift of another disturbing site in the style of the Cheezburger Cats: Man Babies?
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