Today is the day. Janet Jackson "Nipple-Shield Revealed" Anniversary Day. Expensive TV Commercial Day. Oh yeah, and there’s a rather big professional sporting event happening today in Detroit, too.
(I don’t dare name it, but it rhymes with, um, “pooper hole.”)
The league that hosts it is very protective of this game, and demands tribute for each mention of it through the electronic and other media. That’s why you see and hear ads that coyly reference the “Big Game” instead of ones that name it outright.
The game has become almost as popular for its halfti… wait, make that, “midpoint performance” as it has for foot… wait, better make that “tackle-ball.”
This year the league hired the Rolling Sto, er, Mick and the boys, to do the midpoint honors. Definitely a safer bet than Janet Jackson, who never had a giant condom as a stage prop or licked her guitarist’s cheek on camera.
And those expensive commercials really speak to the demographic, don’t they? I can’t wait to see this year’s catfight over a crappy American beer spot. Cheap babes and cheap beer are two great tastes that taste great together.
Unless you’re really into the game, you may find Super-Duper Sunday is a great time to hit the movies; the crowds are down and the atmosphere relaxed. If you decide to catch a flick, I recommend either Cra, er, "Collision," or Good Night, And um, I mean, “Night-Night, Sleep Tight, Don’t Let The Bedbugs Bite.”