What's worse than the Seahawks relatively ho-hum performance in Superbowl XL?
The poor excuse for officiating on the field, which is one of the reasons I cannot stand the sport in the first place.
What's worse?
The commercials were lame and the halftime show was like a stock video reel of a Rolling Stonesish band (at least they didn't lip sync it).
What's worse?
The animated headshots of all the players that, if they weren't so creepy and cartoonish, would remind me too much of Harry Potter paintings more than representations of the players, thus reducing their usefulness even further.
What's worse?
Mr. Madden's “commentary” and “analysis” and “ridiculous scrolly marks” on my screen.
What's worse?
The Starbucks barista's “commentary” and “analysis” and “ridiculously insipid remarks” the morning after.
Gah. Worst of all. I will likely be confronted with more of the same before we move on to the next big tee vee hyperbole.
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