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Super Bowl Sunday

Boy, the Raiders sure stunk it up good at the Super Bowl. I mean, when even Al Davis is at a loss for words, you know it was a major ass whoopin'. Now I know how those Chargers fans felt when the Niners took them behind the woodshed in Super Bowl XXIX. Hell, it was more fun to watch the reruns of the U.S. Figure Skating Champtionships on ESPN.

With my ingrained surfing habits, I kept switching channels at the beginning of the commerical break, before remembering that the ads are the best part of the Super Bowl. Unfortunately, even the Super Bowl ads were lame. Maybe the dotcoms were good for something after all. The Gatorade ad featuring Michael, Michael, and Michael would've been the best ad, except it's old hat already, which says something (bad) for the quality of the newcomers.

At least there was food and drink. Hit Whole Foods Market last night. So there was hot Italian sausage on a demi-baguette slathered with Dijon mustard and covered with saut�ed onion and bell pepper. Tossed in some olives for extra flavor, too. And did I mention how much I love this Czech beer? Also got a real block of parmesan cheese (instead of the usual powdery stuff), which pretty much commits me to pasta-ish foods for the next week or two. Sadly, mold on parmesan probably doesn't make it any tastier.