Punk Rock Super Bowl
I can’t be sure, but I get the idea that the city of Dallas can’t wait to get this Super Bowl – and this weekend – over with. It may have been one of the worst weeks for the city since, well … you know. (I’m thinkin’ Super Bowl X, what are you thinkin’ about?)
It’s been rough because of the weather: a brutal blast of blue-balls winter that unfortunately blew in to the Metroplex along with hundreds of Northeastern Sports Media Types. The disastrous result has been a shit-and-snowstorm of bad press, mostly from smartasses who can’t imagine a place where they don’t know what to do with snow.
Lissen up, you Yankee bitches – go back to New York and take your Super Bowl with you. Next time you visit drive a snowplow, just so ya’ll can feel at home. Check back with us when you’re having one of your 90-degree “heat waves,” and we can return the favor with some advice of our own: “Open a f***ing window, Yankee Icehole!”
The game, the thing you are down here for, is going to be played indoors and Aaron Rodgers will rule the carpet. Green Bay 35, Pittsburgh 21. Don’t choke on a chicken wing.
Here’s some football music, and some punk rock. Why? ‘Cause that’s how we roll down here in Texas.