Booth Review: Super Bowl Post Game Party

First of all congrats to Steeler Nation. That Super Bowl had ‘forgettable’ written all over it, but the fourth quarter was epic. I gained a lot of respect for the Cardinals and by the end of the game I found myself rooting for both teams.

To people who claim that game was better than last years, shame on you. That game could have ended on a blocked 20-yard field goal return in triple overtime and it wouldn’t have been better. Last year’s game had the heightened circumstances and was a great game for four quarters . This game had no intrigue or build-up and had a boring, non-competitive feel throughout the middle. Great, great ending, but it was no 17-14 G over the 18-1 Pats.

One thing that was unfortunate about this Super Bowl is it gave the media a chance to reintroduce their favorite story of all time: 'Kurt Warner grocery store hero.' Everyone knows this story, Warner was stacking cans in a grocery store in Iowa before getting his chance with the Rams. What people seem to over look is that Warner was like 28 years old with a college degree and was still stacking cans at the grocery store. The guy couldn’t rise up to manager, or even register? At a grocery store in the middle of Iowa? The can stacking position is usually reserved for the 16 year old acne faced doofus who can’t control his boners. Kurt has come a long way.

Speaking of coming a long way, Kurt Warner’s wife looked really sexy during the game. That was the same chick who styled her hair like the Russian from Rocky 4 when he won his Super Bowl with the Rams. And he was married to her before he became a star. I guess he wasn’t just stackin’ cans, he was also baggin’ hunnies...

Big Ben is the 3^rd best QB in football, and the best QB taken in that 2004 draft class. Eli needs to step his goddamn game up.

The only thing better than watching Scott Boras get screwed because he thought he was above the economy would be watching it happen to ratty Drew Rosenhaus. Now, though, the Mets have no excuse not to get Manny. Get Manny.

Michael Phelps smokes weed and America is bugging out. I on the other hand, already had him pinned as a weed head. First of all he’s obviously lazy and lacks drive. Also, I heard he steals money from his Grandmother’s purse and plays hooky from school to toke reefer…

I am going to the Knicks v. Lakers game tonight, or as I like to call it the David Lee vs. Kobe rivalry. It’s a pretty hot ticket only made hotter by the fact that it’s free. Prediction: Kobe drops 82, Knicks win on a buzzer beater.

Remember that story that ran during the Olympics about Michael Phelps’ daily breakfast of “three sandwiches of fried eggs, cheese, lettuce, tomato, fried onions and mayonnaise, add one omelet, a bowl of grits, and three slices of french toast with powdered sugar, then wash down with three chocolate chip pancakes.” That sounds like the real breakfast of champions, after a nice wake-n-bake.

In other news Barak Obama has been President for two weeks and there is still no World Peace. Wtf yo?