You may have noticed, the Stupor Bowl went down yesterday. I heard it suggested that they move the game to Saturday, allowing America a day to recover before trudging back to work. My brain, liver and intestines would like to publicly endorse this idea. Wings n’ beer are not just for breakfast anymore, but that doesn’t mean you won’t regret overconsuming them the next day. I now realize the error of my ways yesterday and hope to make smarter, safer decisions in the future. Here are some other thoughts I had throughout the day.

- For me, the main theme going in to the game was that it defined you as a sports fan. Are you one who tends to root for the underdog? Then the Saints are your team. Do you prefer to see perfection, watch legends-in-the making, and get caught up in the hyperbole of sports history? Then you should root for Peyton Manning and the Colts.
- It’s always a dangerous practice for one player to be contemplated as the best ever going in to the championship game. We went through this in 2008 when the favored Lakers took on the Celtics and going into the series, every blowhard sports pontificator went on and on about whether Kobe Bryant was better than Michael Freaking Jordan. Is he at the table!? In the conversation?!! Who would YOU want with the ball and the game on the line!!?? Needless to say, the Lakers lost in 6. The funny thing is the athlete in question does nothing to fan these flames except be great. It’s not like Peyton Manning showed up at media day with a F%&@ UNITAS t-shirt on. Yet the pre-game coverage was 30% on Dwight Freeney’s ankle, 20% on Saints legend Archie Manning rooting for the Colts, and 50% on the greatness of Peyton Manning and the level at which he was performing. From now on, if your team’s best player is constantly being considered the best ever going into the big game, you should be very, very nervous.
- If you want me to purchase your product, you are best served having a humorous animal in your overpriced Super Bowl ad. Give me violin virtuoso beavers over Danica Patrick any day of the week.
- Speaking of which, hey Go Daddy- if I want to watch porn on the internet, I’ll watch porn on the internet. I’m not gonna go to your lame ass website to watch girls in tank tops. Trying to send dudes to the internet to watch your pretty-yet-clothed vixens is like sending a drug enthusiast to Amsterdam for a light beer.

- Judging by the # of $2.6M ads they bought, Doritos and Bud Light really, REALLY want you to be their customers.
- Mad props to Kia for using one of my fave new bands The Heavy in their ad! Here’s the ad, followed by the band’s amazing performance on Letterman a couple weeks ago.

How ya like me now!!?

- Speaking of Letterman, I loved the Late Show promo with Dave, Oprah and Leno. If Oprah can get Letterman and Leno to sit on the couch together, perhaps we should send her to Gaza.

- I fear that Lamar Odom’s cameo in that hideous Charles Barkley Taco Bell commercial may spell the end of the Lakers’ chances to repeat. Couldn’t they have gotten Mo Williams or Rajon Rondo instead!?

- The McDonalds ad with LeBron and Dwight Howard seemed to get props, but I thought that one sucked too. I don’t need LeBron treated with special effects for a dunk in a commercial. Give me a real LeBron dunk instead. And if neither of those dudes really recognizes Larry Bird, we’ve got bigger problems.

- The Who at halftime brought a connoisseur’s affinity for kiddie porn back to the Super Bowl for the first time since Michael Jackson performed in 1993…oh sorry, poor taste?! In all seriousness, I thought the Who was pretty cool. You gotta give props to the production crew that set up a super-cool stage set up in a matter of 8 minutes. I liked that they didn’t do the typical fans running onto the field to see the show. Roger didn’t hit the notes, but he hasn’t hit them for at least 15 years. Classic rock bands performing at halftime, while not officially jumping the shark, has appeared to run its course (unless Led Zeppelin wants to come to Cowboy Stadium next year). I don’t think they need to go back to the pop tart cavalcade of the pre-Wardrobe Malfunction era either though. I need an awkward medley of Lady Gaga, Justin Bieber, Ke$ha and Kid Cudi like I need my skin torn of my body with a cheese grater.
- What’s more surprising- Peyton’s pick 6 to lose the game, or the lack of shots of Archie Manning and Kim Khardashian during the game?
- Win or lose, I wished I was watching the game in the French Quarter. That’s gotta be the best pro city to drown your sorrows when the home team loses, but as it happened instead, when Brees took a knee to end the game, I could’ve been trading Hurricane infused saliva with random female revelers while purchasing fake drugs and eating etouffee. That would’ve been fun.