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And now what you've all been waiting for, The Daily Dave Superbowl Roundup...

The game itself was nothing special, and had it not been for the one reverse play that the Steelers pulled off, it might've qualified as the most boring Superbowl ever. I do give Matt Hasselbeck credit though, for being so bald and still getting out there and trying each and every day.

As for the commercials, the FedEx one with the caveman was by far the best. I think we all had that little moment of feeling bad for the little dinosaur that he kicked, only to have our carnal desires quenched when he got stepped on by some other huge dinosaur. While I think that the large dinosaur's foot was disproportionately large, I'll let that go because of an otherwise good commercial.

Beyond that, the two commercials for Ameriquest were pretty solid. I don't really know what Ameriquest does, nor have any desire to find out, but they are doing fine in the commercial department.

P Diddy did a Diet Coke commercial, thus proving that he never is not in on any major event one way or another. I'm pretty sure I speak for everyone other than his entourage when I say, "P, go away for awhile, somewhere far, we'll call you." (Note my correct use of the double-negative in the first sentence there.)

Otherwise, the commercial pack was pretty weak, though it was great to see Kermit the Frog back in action. I just wonder what Jim Henson would think of Kermit's corporate shilling if he were alive today.

Oh yea, I am sort of curious to try the new Gillette Fusion, with five blades, but where do we stop with the blades? Seven? Nine? Ninteen? It's a slippery slope, that's all I'm saying.

The food was pizza and chips, and that worked out quite well. I topped it all off with two chocolate chips cookies.

As for halftime, well, you've got to give The Rolling Stones credit for being alive. I'm pretty sure they are using that youth syrum that Homer was injecting Mr. Burns with during an episode of The Simpson a couple seasons back, though. They all look like they need a little break and maybe a stop into an all-you-can-eat buffett somewhere in Ohio. I could make the reverse joke about Aretha Franklin here, but I shall not.

Mick Jagger seems to dance as if he's a mental patient who just escaped and thinks that by dancing that way that a space ship will come and rescue him. And, not that there's anything wrong with it, but is he gay, or am I very confused?

So that's it for my Superbowl Roundup. Unlike every other one, it was brief and to the point. I do apologize for the lack of pacing of this post, but I wrote all this down on a dirty napkin that I then accidentely threw out after the game. My whole piece on John Madden's eyebrows is covered under salsa...