The Snook and I watched the Big Game live on television this morning. How nice was it to watch the Superbowl at 10:30 a.m.? It almost made up for the fact that we don’t get to see any of the commercials. Which reminds me: ever wondered what the cameramen do while the adverts are running? They zoom in on cheerleaders’ boobs and asses. I swear to God. We international types get to see everything.
Oh yeah, and it was a pretty damn good game. I was rooting for the Pats the whole way, which makes it the first time in ages that the “Kristy Curse” didn’t strike. (Unlike the cricket yesterday, which was a major disappointment.) And wasn’t Brady the cutest? “That’s my car?? … This will be a team car!”