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Today is the day of The Super Bowl, the most watched TV event in American history, even more than the Civil War. Maybe you have a bulbous I.Q. and are not into sports, but for the rest of us, here is why you should watch it.
1. It’s super, it says so right in the name. Our American legal system is the best in the world, even better than the Old Testament’s, and we would not let them say “super” if it wasn’t true.
2. It has “bowl” in the name, too, and good things come in bowls. Cereal, pudding, jello, chili, soup, cherries, goldfish. You never hear of anything bad coming in a bowl. Yak dung? Wrestler spit? Soiled undergarments? No.
3. Where else can you watch millionaires beat on each other? If you ever hear of a show where CEOs, politicians and stockbrokers are beating the crap out of each other in public, let me know because I’m in! Until then, I’ll take the Super Bowl.
4. Ben Roethlisberger is the head guy on one of the teams and has been accused twice in one year of raping young women. Wouldn’t it be fun to see him lose?
4.1. If he wins, though, it would be a serious bummer because I really hate him, even though I love the city of Pittsburgh and even the Steelers if he was not on the team.
5. People say the commercials are really great, but I think those people are mostly confusing the term “really great” for “very expensive and intentionally outrageous.” Can anything be truly great now that Michael Jackson is dead? Seriously.
That’s my TV recommendation for today. Pop back by tomorrow when I’ll tell you why you should start watching the game show, “Wipeout”.
In closing, here is another installment of Bizarro Readers’ Pets. The photos have just been flooding in, if two pictures are a flood. This one features Schultzie, age 14 and was sent in by Cindy. The cartoon is from the mid-eighties, so old that I can’t even find it in my archives.