Running SB XLVI commercial, food, half-time, non-football thread

I'm writing that down. Sounds effective.

I'm running the prop pool in the office tonight, too.

A couple of the props I really like:

Number of players who will attempt a pass: +2.5 or -2.5.

Who will score more points today, the Giants or LeBron James?

Will Madonna's hair color at the start of the halftime show be blonde, or other?

 

The corn meal makes the flour stick to the wings a little better. The hot sauce is a basic wing sauce mixture, similar to what you'll find at Hooters, etc.

 

Watching the puppy bowl...methinks their fact checkers might need a calendar -- they said a 9 month old pooch likes to dress up on Halloween.

Wait, what, the puppy bowl is make believe? Really?

All kidding aside, I once pitched a Puppy Red Carpet show to an entertainment cable channel, to run in the hours before the Oscars. They passed. It's still a great idea, IMO.

 

I read on the internets that if you take the under on every prop bet, you'd be a big-time winner, as it's human nature for the bookies to be overly optimistic on events that they don't usually set lines for.

 

Any leftover corn meal can be sprinkled on the dance floor for the traditional Cajun two-step during the Super Bowl party.

 

I hear Mustang made some food, but I might be wrong.

 

You aren't wrong, my friend. Here it is: http://youtu.be/MlyeRm21KnQ

Enjoy the game everyone!

 

Ancient car feud comes to the Super Bowl.

http://jalopnik.com/5882408/chevy-claims-ford-begged-them-nbc-to-pull-apocalypse+themed-super-bowl-ad

 

I don't get it. Nine months old in February would have them born in May of last year. So they would have been 5-6 months old at Halloween.

 

What's the over/under on percentage of SB commercials in which people get killed? 30? Dude just got slaughtered by a cheetah.

 

I'm sitting in a CiCi's Pizza watching the game on mute with closed captioning, since this is where my son Sunday School has its "party." When Bradshaw broke off his long run, all the kids cheered ... because someone conquered the prize crane in the next room.

 

Clarkson did it the the right way. Unless you are pre-crack Whitney Houston, just get out there, don't fuck up the lyrics, don't over-sing the damn thing and make it about you, and get off the field. Done.