Were it not for what had to be the gayest Superbowl meal of all time (Seasame and ginger marinated shark steaks with rice and an avacado salad, I kidd thee not. It was AWESOME.), I would have had a crappy Superbowl experience.
Not only did psycho cyborg Tom Brady lead the Patriots to yet another ring, the commercials were mostly pretty awful. (I did like the monkey office commercials, suprise!) But since my ad standards are apparently a little higher than my fellow Transbuddhists, I thought I should be fair and give everyone a chance to see ‘em again.
Big-Boys.com has all the commercials that aired during the big, disappointing game. (McNabb! I had such hopes for you!) The other notable bit of the night was during the pregame when I thought “I wouldn’t be suprised if they trotted out the zombie corpse of Ray Charles” and then found out that they did, but then made it all the more awful by having Alicia Keyes ‘sing’ over it. Way to pimp a dead guy’s CDs, Superbowl!