He doesnt age

I stayed up till 3am in the morning to watch the Superbowl last nite, for the 3rd straight year. You might be surprised that they show the Superbowl here, but they do, minus the commericals of course, so you can put money in the ING Direct that chicks will definitely not bother watching here. The funny thing is the surreal England-ified broadcast product from ITV... basically its an exact simulcast of the CBS feed, during the game itself (which was totally blurry and hard to see btw, because CBS didnt anticipate the need for window wipers or squeegees on their cameras, STUPID EEYJEETS), but when it comes to breaks, ITV has their own rag tag broadcast and commentary team, featuring English broadcaster Gary Imlach, second rate former Steeler Runningback Merril Hoge, and of all things the former captain of the English Rugby team Martin Johnson. Its like the equivalent of have a NHL Hockey broadcast team of Tony Tanti and Scottie Pippen.

Anyways the highlight by and faar was the halftime show with Prince. Basically the best halftime show I can remember, by far and away. Playing a cover of the Foo Fighters, and kicking Dave Grohl's ass while doing it? Savage and legendary. Even better was closing with Purple Rain, as it was pouring. What I dont get though is how the dude doesnt age at all. He looks the same now as he did when it was 1984! Like whatthehell? Hes 48. I work with two guys who are 48, and they are old with wrinkles, grey hairs and huge potbellies... which is the way you should be when your 48. Unbelievable, really, he probably still wears size 26 pants, which I havent done since grade 10. Lets go Crazy...