The Super Bowl uncovered.

After watching yesterday’s Super Bowl game I’ve finally come to grips with this reality: PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALL IS NOT A SPORT. It’s a televised business powered by greed ... and the players aren’t athletes, they’re overpaid showoffs and performers. Furthermore, the rules are stupid (“A flag is down! The quarterback sneered before the interception so he’s technically offsides and forfeits his mouthguard!”), the stadiums are overpriced, the cheerleaders are silicone-enhanced pole dancers with uniforms, and the sidelines are populated by a mob of sour-looking NFL employees who clutch clipboards, collect sweaty towels and squirt Gatorade. Seriously ... who ARE all those people?

Adding to my overall disappointment with Super Bowl XLIV was the geriatric half-time entertainment: the tired, wheezing, off-key Who of yesteryear, Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend (see photo below).

Daltrey and Townshend enhanced their 40-year-old playlist with a lot of silly theatrics but couldn’t hide the fact that they just were a couple of desperate old rockers looking for a paycheck. I can’t imagine why anybody thought it would be a good idea to book these guys for the Super Bowl because more than half the audience probably never heard of them. With any luck, maybe next year they can resurrect Herman’s Hermits with motorized wheelchairs to sing a rousing chorus of “Mrs. Brown You’re Wearing Lovely Dentures.” Thank you for reading this.