Because of the grand, sweeping cultural moment that the Super Bowl is and always will be, this Hangover, like my weekend, is mostly about the game.  Not that this is all too surprising.  I have, however, spared you all my pontificating and ranting about the commercials.  Maybe I'll whip something up for later in the week, or maybe all the spots will be prove to be just as forgettable as they seemed at the time and I wont remember a single one in twenty-four hours.  We'll just have to wait and see.

But we wont have to wait for this Super Bowl edition of the Hangover...

- What about the previous work week were you most looking forward to getting away from?

Basically all of it, but that's not important right now.

- What were you most looking forward to this weekend?

In descending order: the Boss, the spots, the game itself, football season being over.

- What was the biggest disappointment of the weekend?

In a certain way it was the game's final outcome as I was rooting for the Cardinals for historical reasons.  I'm not a fan of theirs and I don't hate the Steelers, but the Steelers have won a lot, or at least enough, Super Bowls.  Obviously, as a franchise they are extremely well run and to be respected, but I think it would have been cool for the Cardinals to finally win the big one.  That being said, however, the game itself was awfully exciting and not nearly as disappointing as I thought it would be.

- When was your first orgasm? Self-Inflicted or otherwise induced?  How is your sex life anyway?

I thought it was when James Harrison went 100 yards for a score just before the half, but it turned out that it really was Larry Fitzgerald's TD with about 2:30 left.  That was great.  And apparently if you live in Arizona, it was especially orgasmic.

- Review a TV Episode, Movie, Book, Article, Restaurant (or Meal), or Sporting event in one sentence?

Here's my take on the halftime show: it actually worked.  Maybe it was Bruce Springsteen who undoubtedly just knows how to rock, maybe it was that the organizers decided not to populate the pit in front of the stage with sixteen year olds who, maybe it was that Justin Timberlake didn't show up and start a dance off.  For whatever reason, I didn't feel the need to purge before the third quarter.

- What project didn't you get to this weekend that you've been meaning to do forever?

Cutting back on my beer intake.  Oh well.  There's always next weekend.

- Did you do anything this weekend you've never done before? If, "yes", summarize in one sentence.

The answer is definitely not watching the refs make sure the Steelers won the game by a slew of suspect calls.

- What was your biggest time waster this weekend?

Between work and the game, there wasn't no time to waste.

- "Just throwing that out there." Go ahead, just throw something out there. Anything. Anything at all.

You can't call a personal foul penalty in a full contact sport when the victim of said penalty doesn't hit the ground, or does so as result of a push.  The refs called a personal foul penalty when a Cardinals tackle pushed "Big Ben" one step after having let go of the ball which was total bullshit, but the league has been babying QB's for years.  The more egregious one was when a member of the Arizona special teams unit ran into the holder on a field goal attempt.  The holder is out there in fucking pads!  Why are you protecting him from getting accidentally brushed by someone else who is trying to let up at the time?  Football is contact sport after all.