Zip. Zero. Nada.

Even though my team won, I am wallowing in a pool of utter disappointment at this hour.

What was there of any note at all in the advertising department? (ok, the K-Fed thing was mildly funny, but like the rest of America, I'm over it and wish he would go away).

Oh, and not that halftime shows at the Super Bowl are my forte or anything, but let me just go on record to say this: I love you, Prince, buddy, but that halftime show was better suited to some other purpose.

And uh... Lose the unpronounceable symbol. Forever. We don't want to be reminded.

Sigh. This Life! I didn't even have any buffalo wings. To console myself, I will indulge in a Seahawk-scented bubble bath with Packer overtones.