Steeling Super Bowl Xtra Large.

big game. set. match. the blue collar boys beat the computer nerds. now everyone in Steel City can follow their field general and drink up. with or without the underage ladies.

why is it that there seems to be Steeler fans in every major city? it's not like they are America's team. i don't get it, but wherever you go, from sea to shining sea, there seems to be a swarm of annoying, football-or-die fans of the big, bad men in black and gold. could it have something to do with Unions? maybe so.

i'll be honest. this year i was anticipating the commercials more than i was the game. sorry to my fine readers in the great cities of Seattle and Pittsburgh (all none of them), but like Bocephus, your teams just don't get me ready for some football.

the commercials this year were less than memorable, except for the collaboration of Mr. Robert Palmer and the Others...

"might as well face it, you're addicted to Lost."

yes. yes, i am.

i'm not one to waste my hard earned dollar on watching Trishelle Cannatella whore out like a champ, but could someone let me know who won the Lingerie Bowl. i mean, besides the viewers, of course.