1. I had more important things to do than to watch a show celebrating music I haven’t listened to made by “artists” I don’t care about. Stuff like peeling a potato or clipping my toenails or something. I’m taking the Public Enemy stance on the Grammys: “Who gives a fuck about a goddamn Grammy?”
2. Still trying to figure out why such an utterly ordinary song like “Royals” gets all this slobbery love for Lorde. Back in the day she would have been a one-hit wonder on Casey Kasem‘s America’s Top 40.
3. For pure superficiality, pomp without circumstance and puerile insignificance, it’s hard to trump the Grammys, or as I prefer to call them, the awards show for the group sitting at the little kids table.
4. But the NFL’s Pro Bowl (a.k.a. “Thanks for choosing me, but I’d rather stay home and watch The Grammy Awards than play in this bullshit game) comes close. Roger Goodell has threatened to end this cluster fuck and the only questions are why not and who cares? The worst part of the NFL is the pre-season where the fans are charged full-price tickets for games that don’t count and have no meaning beyond watching a starting player lost for the year with a blown-out MCL. The Pro Bowl doesn’t count and what makes pro football great is every game counts. This isn’t like the NBA or baseball where if you lose four or five games in a row it’s called a bad week. Lose five games in a row in the NFL and your team will be looking for another coach soon.
5. Media Day: The biggest bag of bullshit in the whole bullshit week that is the run up to 6:25 pm on Super Bowl Sunday. A herd of reporters sticking cameras and microphones in front of a bunch of guys who either have nothing to say or can only speak in jockspeak (It’s gonna be a tough game. We respect those guys. We have to play our game. It’s gonna be a war, blah, blah and more blah).
Then you get someone like Seahawks running back Marshawn Lynch who doesn’t want to play nice with others.
The media-adverse Lynch only “spoke” to the press for six minutes on Media Day and dropped a “shit” on the NFL Network while speaking to Deion Sanders (well, that’s appropriate. Neon Deion and the NFL Network is shit). Oh golly, oh gee, oh gosh! My Super Bowl viewing experience has been ruined by Marshawn blowing off the media. Whatever shall I do?
Yawn. Who cares a lot? Breathes there a single, solitary soul that has ever found the Super Bowl’s Media Day to be anything but more hype of an already over-hyped game? I’m sure there must be a reason I should care, but I can’t think of what that reason could be.
6. On ESPN the big game is a possible NBA Finals preview between the Miami Heat and Oklahoma City Thunder. Pass. There are few things I care less about than the NBA until the playoffs when the players awake from their stupor and get interested. CBS is striking back with the Super Bowl’s Greatest Commercials. Seriously? An hour of 48 years worth of commercials? There must be a book somewhere I haven’t read. Or need to re-read.
7. Am I bitter that the 49ers aren’t in the Super Bowl? Does their absence lessen my interest? Would I be more into Super Bowl week if Jim Harbaugh was preparing for the game by practicing how he would meltdown on the sidelines at a perceived bad call? Yes, yes, and yes. Am I bad loser? Yes, but I’m a worse winner.
8. Oh, the President gave his State of the Union speech Tuesday night. The State of the Union is there ain’t a damn thing getting done if the Republicans have their way and so far they’re having their way.
9. I guess should make a Super Bowl prediction. I predict a cold and boring game. I predict Bruno Mars will be short. I predict the fans of Bruno Mars will wonder who the hell The Red Hot Chili Peppers are. I don’t even know why The Red Hot Chili Peppers are playing during the halftime show. They’re old and when they were young, they still weren’t all that good.
10. Broncos 31 Seawhores 20. But I don’t give a damn if it happens the other way around. It’s just another game.