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Super Bowl, Taxes and PB&J
February 2, 2009

A few random thoughts for a caffeineless Monday morning…

Great game, but is John Madden in love with that guy or something?

I rooted for the Cardinals since Kurt Warner is one of my favorite athletes, but I can’t say I’m too disappointed by last night’s Super Bowl. Yes, the Steelers, the team Obama was rooting for, won. Yes, the halftime show was unwatchable because I was worried Bruce Springsteen was going to break his hip or neck with all his 59-year-old acrobatics on stage. Yes, the Super Bowl commercials were the stupidest, lamest, biggest waste of advertising money I’ve ever seen. And yes, the announcer for the game was John Madden, whose never-ending compliments of Steelers’ Tight End Heath Miller bordered on the homoerotic.

Despite all that, the game was one of the best in recent memory. Both teams fought hard. Warner played a great game. The outcome of the game came down to the very end. And if those weren’t enough to make last night’s festivities a positive experience, I present to you two indisputable facts:

1. A New York or Boston-area team did not play in, or win, last night’s Super Bowl. As someone who loathes the media’s constant praise of all things New York and Boston, this fact comforts me.

2. The hour-long episode of The Office that came on after the game was comedy magic. The first five minutes brought tears to my eyes. That is something even “chopping onions while listening to Messages by Velvet Revolver” cannot do.

Geesh, did anyone bother checking to see if OBAMA has been paying taxes?

On the heels of Timothy Geithner, Obama’s pick for Treasury secretary, not paying $34,000 in Social Security and Medicare taxes from 2001-2004, it appears Obama’s pick for Health and Human Services secretary has similar tax problems.

Tom Daschle says he is “deeply embarrassed” for failing to pay over $120k in taxes. The former Senate Democratic leader, who is set to oversee the new administration’s health initiatives, referred to his multiple oversights as “errors.”

I don’t ask for much.

I did not vote for Obama and I’m well aware that no one he chooses to pick for his Cabinet will be up to snuff in my eyes. That said, is it so freakin’ difficult to find Cabinet members who haven’t been doing things that would put you or me in hot water?!

If your Common Joe wanted to get a job which required “secret” security clearance on any of the numerous air force bases in our country, and a background check revealed he had massive amounts of debt or — oh, I dunno — owed a massive sum in back taxes, said Common Joe would most likely not be able to get said job.

Am I crazy, or should these people be held to HIGHER standards than your Common Joe?

I immediately regret this decision…

As a gesture of goodwill, I agreed this past weekend to do something I have never done in my life. Sometime later this year, I am going to do something that no girlfriend, friend or family member has ever been able to get me to do.

I am going to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Yes, it is true. I have never had one. Ever.

I know it’s difficult to believe because, one, I love peanut butter. I love it, love it, love it. But two, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is a staple food items growing up, right? Everyone brought one to school in their lunch boxes, right?

Well, not me. I was a rebel — a rebel with a turkey sandwich in his A-Team lunch box.

So, yeah, later this year a streak will be broken. It’s possibly the longest such streak on earth.

You’re welcome.

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