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So, at the last minute we decided to throw a little Super Bowl party. We ran out in search of propane and meats appropriate for grillin', chips, dips and desserts that are chocolate drenched. Then we sat down for the game and...and yawn.
The score is 7 to 3. There have been very few spectacular plays, very little controversy and very little to care about. Sure there are the great Steelers stories of Jerome Bettis coming home and the team sticking with their coach for 14 seasons through thick and thin and their young upstart quarterback but, yeah, we're feeling like our Super Bowl party might turn into a Super evening at the movies.
Not even the commercials are holding our interest except for the Jay Mohr Pepsi Ads which we kind of despise.