I swore to myself that I was not going to watch the Super Bowl. After all, I didn’t care who won; but at 6:30, there I sat in front of the TV watching the Super Bowl that I swore I wasn’t going to watch. But I did put my foot down, I was not going to watch the Half-time show with Bruce. So, there I sat, the first half gone,with Bruce singing on the TV, hopelessly wondering if the Steelers could hang on or was Warner going to find out how to get the ball to Fitzgerald. I had to watch the second half to find out that the answer to both questions was “yes.” Great game, and Bruce was pretty good too, but I swear that if the Redskins are not in it next year, I ain’t watching Super Bowl 44.
