GateHouse — Thoughts, ruminations and reflections from what the Black Eyed Peas helpfully reminded us was “Super Bowl 45,” though this piece likely won’t make a lick of sense because I’m typing with one eye on the laptop and the other on “Glee,” which is apparently making its characters dramatically choose between cheerleading and Glee Club and being a zombie. (There’s also the problem that consuming 45 cubic pounds of chili during a four-hour period, coupled with a delightful buffet of beer and cupcakes, is creating what I can only assume is the first of many waves of nausea.)
• Make your jokes, but the Black Eyed Peas remembered the lyrics to all their songs.
• I’m told the over-under on Christina Aguilera’s national anthem was 1:54, so it was cunning of her to cut time off of her performance by just smooshing a bunch of verses together. Eat that, Vegas.
• So. “Thor,” huh.
• Thanks to “G Force” and several dozen other movies with anthropomorphic animals in them, my son has become familiar with the music of the Black Eyed Peas, particularly that song they have that repeats a short catchy phrase 7,500 times. So OK, I’m thinking, if there’s any good that can come from a halftime show by the Black Eyed Peas, he may be into it. So shortly before halftime, I ask, “Hey, do you want to see the Black Eyed Peas?” and he says, “No.”