Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

Though I'm not a football fan I did watch the debacle in Detroit last night. I thought the Hawks would have scored a lot more if the officiating had been at the same game that was being televised. Wow, what a bunch of crappy calls as if those guys in the striped shirts had been on the staff of the Stealers (spelling intended.) Then, of course, the Hawks starting believing that they were as bad as the officials and Stealer fans thought. There was a whole lot of frantic Seahawk passing going on that bordered on the mystical, i.e., "Reach out with your feelings, Luke. There'll be a receiver out there somewhere . . ."

Move along, move along
There were three commercials that not so terribly sophisticated MMMMM really liked--the Bud Light magic refrigerator, the FedEx caveman and the Sprint phone with theft protection. Hooooohaaaa! Good stuff! And now that you know too much about me, let's move on to the half time program. Who doesn't love the Stones? But I kept waiting for the brilliant extravaganza that past Super Bowls have brought. Actually, Mick might have benefited from a wardrobe malfunction . . .perhaps that rolled up sock slipping down the leg of his skinny pants. The final song, "I Can't Get No Satisfaction", was rather ironic if not further commentary on our poor Seahawks' fate in Motor City.

Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMmelinda