Super Bowl notes.

I didn't have a dog in the fight, so I don't really care, except that I hope that idiot Shockey doesn't get a ring since he didn't play, and everyone can quit psychoanalyzing Eli Manning to determine why he kept sabotaging his own success.

And I'm glad New York City has a championship. I've been rooting for one for them since 9/11. I just thought it would be the Yankees.

Great national anthem. Maybe even as good as Whitney's.

The commercials. Let's see, there's drink Coke and you'll turn into a gay-little-Segway riding, Communist-loving weenie , people nodding off (perhaps because the game was so boring), an annoying Tide-to-Go commercial, a Planter's commercial where the ugly chick uses cashews as perfume (which only made me concerned that she might encounter someone with a cashew allergy), a vomiting baby, and a Sales Genie ad that bordered on racist (pandas with thick Chinese accents). I suppose there were a few good ones (Audi, the giant pigeons, and Electric Nipple Man) but all in all, I wasn't impressed.

And the reading of the Declaration of Independence. Magnificent. I had goosebumps.

But Tom Petty left out three of his best songs for the halftime show. Collectively, they will serve as the Song of the Day. It was good to finally have a halftime show with decent audio.

But the best part was the Terminator repeatedly kicking the Fox Football Robot's ass. Too bad it wasn't around Thanksgiving, so it could kick the Turkey Robot's ass too.