Monday, February 07, 2005
I KNOW YOU WEREN'T WONDERING: I skipped the Super Bowl completely this year, watched the Puppy Bowl instead. One of the advantages of not being a sports fan is that viewership isn't compulsory. Not even the halftime show could draw me in; much as I love Sir Paul as a performer, nothing he does could be as much of a spectacle as what happened last year, not even the sight of thousand of drunken NFL fans singing the na-na-nas to "Hey Jude".
Unless, of course...oh, how should I put this...he took the suggestion of a number of chatroom wags and exposed Little Paul, with appropriate phallic jewelry. Or even better, he should've equipped himself with the grandest codpiece of them all, encrusted with precious stones, charming patterns from a byegone age, and a vaguely obscene tassel at the end. That'd give 'em something to cry about. It'd give him a place to put the pack for his cordless mike, too.
Of course he didn't, because he's a pro, dammit. Maybe if Mick Jagger does it next year...
Unless, of course...oh, how should I put this...he took the suggestion of a number of chatroom wags and exposed Little Paul, with appropriate phallic jewelry. Or even better, he should've equipped himself with the grandest codpiece of them all, encrusted with precious stones, charming patterns from a byegone age, and a vaguely obscene tassel at the end. That'd give 'em something to cry about. It'd give him a place to put the pack for his cordless mike, too.
Of course he didn't, because he's a pro, dammit. Maybe if Mick Jagger does it next year...
|| Eric 10:18 AM#
