My buddies and I are all growing a bit tired of the NFL once again hiring a band in their sixties for the Super Bowl Half-Time gig. We've got nothing against The Who, Bruce Springsteen, or The Rolling Stones per se. But it's getting comical watching them bounce around onstage as if they were still twentysomethings.
This year's highlight was Pete Townsend's "wardrobe malfunction" as he bared his senior midrift a few times while wailing on his guitar.
On the other hand, Carrie Underwood, in her skin-tight white catsuit, would have kept me from going to the kitchen for another beer.
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