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Remembering The Greatest Super Bowl Halftime Show Ever

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The date was Janury 27, 1991. The site was Tampa Stadium. Scott Norwood was the goat. The game was between the Bills and Giants, but for some reason Warren Moon was hanging around in full uniform. Follow along as we revisit the greatest Super Bowl halftime of all time.

00:00   Serial killer glasses were a hot trend in the 80s. Brent Musburger was clearly not immune.

00:20   Small World sucks. It’s the most annoying ride at Disneyland. The only reason people go on it, and endure that horrible song, is for ten minutes of air conditioning. So clearly we need to put it on television in front of history’s biggest viewing audience.

00:36   Toddler cheerleaders jacked to the gills on Jolt Cola. Which one’s JonBenet?

1:16    Warren Moon is here in full pads. Does he think he’s playing? Never mind, he just wanted to awkwardly hold hands with Minnie Mouse. Are they dating? Is Warren Moon a furry? Why is he the only active player involved in this halftime show? Do you think super submissive Minnie caused Moon to reassess his relationship with his own wife thus leading the domestic violence incident a couple years later? Was Minnie a homewrecker? Unfortunately, the pressing questions are the ones that will never be answered.

1:30   Undertones of bestiality.

2:01   Goofy and Warren Moon with history’s most awkward high five that didn’t include Tiger Woods.

2:41   Considering that this is occurring in Florida, it’s pretty shocking that this is the first rattail we’ve seen.

2:50   Goofy and Roger Rabbit appear to be on ecstasy.

3:06   Roger Rabbit: “I feel calisthenics coming on!” Calisthenics is slang for MDMA.

4:48   Mickey Mouse, Pinocchio and a rat dressed like Friar Tuck? Ok.

5:30   A bunch of brats singing We are the World, somewhere Mike Jackson is salivating and prepping a batch of Jesus juice.

6:28   The PA announcer proudly says “And now, to honor our armed forces’ children, Coca Cola proudly presents New Kids on the Block!” Nice honor. What’s next, forcing the kids watch their conception video?

7:43   Hopefully Sha Na Na collected royalties for the New Kids gratuitous use of gold lamé.

8:02   All of the New Kids have a young boy on their lap. MJ fires his agent in a rage.

8:21   That runt didn’t earn those medals in combat.

9:02   Good luck getting this song out of your head. Speaking of that, wasn’t Walt Disney a nazi?

9:22   Everybody’s on mushrooms.

10:50   WIDE RIGHT. Scott Norwood’s miss took way too much blame that night.  It was hard for the Bills to escape the stink that halftime show left behind. The K-Gun offense was never in sync that night.

11:12   Pretty shocking to see Bill Parcells suspended aloft without the assistance of an industrial crane.

The Baller Lifestyle Podcast Ep. 3

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The one in which Brian and Ed get deep on topics like movie theater lungers, suicide by annoying girlfriend, which state has the biggest cock and the holiday classic A Very Brady Christmas.

Have a listen. Tell a friend. Leave a comment. Be a pal. Mow our lawn. Buy us a shot. Become a Jehovah’s Witness. Work it out in therapy. Write the great American novel. Wrestle a bear. Call your mom.

Thanksgiving Day Viewer’s Guide

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If you’re like us “avoid extended family” comes right after “get wine drunk” and “eat yourself comatose” on the annual list of Thanksgiving to-dos.

We’ve found that pretending to be engrossed in televised sports keeps you out of the AK-47 spray of your Uncle Bob’s fanatical anti-Obama rants and Aunt Linda’s “roommate’s” extended dance mix treatise on your substandard stuffing recipe.

Ignore your family and watch football. It’s what your ancestors intended.

 

Thursday, November 28

9:30 AM (PT)

Green Bay Packers at Detroit Lions (-6)

Money Line: Packers +220 Lions -260

Over/Under:  50

 

WHO YOU SHOULD CHEER FOR: Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock you know that the long awaited re-imagining of the single-greatest achievement in cinematic history ROBOCOP premieres in February. And unless you’ve been living under a bigger rock you know that fucking ROBOfuckingCOP is from fucking Detroit. The choice is pretty clear.

WHAT YOU SHOULD TELL YOUR BOOKIE: Look, on principle no one should buy stock in Detroit, the municipal equivalent of Schleprock, but the Packers are almost as shitty without Aaron Rodgers as those State Farm commercials are with him. Take the Lions, lay the points. Also, ROBOCOP. Lions 24 Packers 13

 

1:30 PM (PT)

Oakland Raiders at Dallas Cowboys (-9.5)

Money Line: Raiders +375 Cowboys -460

Over/Under: 46.5

 

WHO YOU SHOULD CHEER FOR: This is kind of like Sophie’s Choice except you’re hoping there’s room on the train to Dachau for Jerry Jones and Darth Raider. The Cowboys are the team you love to hate, and the Raiders are the team who loves to think you hate them.

WHAT YOU SHOULD TELL YOUR BOOKIE: “Hey Carmine, I’m a degenerate. No one should watch, much less wager on this game.” Take the over, pour another glass of Beaujolais nouveau, and pray that Tony Romo has that game that keeps Jerry the Face cutting those fat checks. Cowboys 35 Raiders 17

 

5:30 PM (PT)

Pittsburgh Steelers at Baltimore Ravens (-3)

Money Line: Steelers +135 Ravens -155

Over/Under: 40

 

WHO YOU SHOULD CHEER FOR: Not the criminal justice system in Milledgeville, Ga. Speaking of miscarriages of justice, there’s a nasty rumor going around that Joe Flacco won a Super Bowl. Luckily this remains unconfirmed.

WHAT YOU SHOULD TELL YOUR BOOKIE: These teams are all kinds of boring, but you’ll be drunk by then. Take the over and cross your fingers that Big Ben breaks a femur or two. Ravens 27 Steelers 21

 

8pm (PT)

A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving (ABC Family)

Tryptophan vs. The Sweet Release of Death (even)

 

WHO YOU SHOULD CHEER FOR: Not the super morose and tragically self-absorbed bald kid who may or may not have Progeria.

WHAT YOU SHOULD TELL YOUR BOOKIE: Whose idea was it to spoon feed children this quasi-Christian schlock under the guise of entertainment?