Quality Start: How Bromantic

That Thurr's a Pretty Sunrise

Nothing fun happened here at the MLJ Beach House and you shouldn’t wish you were with us.  Honest.

It’s finally here, Super Bowl Sunday, the day when you’re supposed to hang out with a bunch of people you don’t know to watch a game in which you have very few vested interests.  I’m pulling for the Buzzsaw that is the Arizona Cardinals but only because I’d like to think of all the attractive people celebrating instead of all the fat Steelers fans jumping around in their disgusting embraces.  It’s a fact: people from Arizona are far better looking than people from Pittsburgh (not that most Steelers fans have ever lived in Pittsburgh).

The plan today is simple, we’re starting the grill in about an hour and we’re going to keep it running all day.  Shrimp, clams, steak, chicken, sausage…you name it, we’re grilling it.  We might even throw Clown on the coals for some pregame entertainment.  That’s how fucking crazy we are.  

We will be liveblogging the game and the day’s festivities.  We will take pictures.  We will eat food.  Please join us as people comment under my name and try to make me look like a (bigger) jackass.  

Nice job to Fetch, by the way, who did a great job with the Aussie liveblog last night.  It’s no 50 States/50 days, but few things in this world are.

There were sports last night, I believe.

Nope, I was wrong.  Nothing.