So my wife decided to have pizza for supper this evening. In retrospect, a very bad decision.
I got stuck at the pizzeria. They were awful busy. Everyone in town wanted pizza for the Stupor Bowl.
But I was also stuck with Stupor Bowl Pre-game on the big screen. All that babbling! Hours and hours of it! Even the flimsiest pretense of dignity cast aside. It wouldn’t stop. I could feel some of my brain cells dying painful deaths; I could hear their pitiful little screams for mercy.
All this, plus “Bloomberg for President” commercials.
It was worse than being stuck in a doctor’s waiting room with The View. Yes, I know The View ranks very high in sheer hideousness. But Super-Bowl Pre-game is even worse.
They had promos for shows that would come on after the game. Shows to dissolve your self-respect. Shows to make your brain melt and seep out your ears. Shows that make Let’s Make a Deal look like King Lear. Shows that help to assassinate our culture.
The horror, the horror…