Superbowl XXXV. I’m not really a sports fan. The only reason I can fathom to watch the Superbowl is the halftime show and the commercials. Both let me down tonight.

I thought it was an ad parody all the way until the end of the commercial, but no — George Foreman has actually introduced iGrills. And I was looking forward to seeing my beloved *NSync, but the half time show was a dull mishmash of random singers (Britney Spears and Mary J. Blige?) screaming at the top of their lungs while a hugh crowd thrashed about on the football field. Was Britney really wearing a sock on her arm? And where were the silly floats and synchronized streamer dancers?