I am both an NFL addict and a degenerate gambler with mad dollars on everything from winners and the under to who will win the MVP.

But about thirty seconds into Springsteen’s performance, I was already hoping they’d cancel the second half and let it rock.

If that was your Bruce live initiation, stretch that feeling out for about 3 hours and you’ll get an idea of how fun it is to see him in concert.

It seems to me, as the end of the first half approaches, that the theme of this year’s Super Bowl XLIII Ads is extreme violence done to one’s person.*

Could be an unconscious corporate reaction to spending so much for airtime during the worst recession anyone can remember.

Either that or everyone’s trying to recreate the Office Linebacker (not doable).

*Update: One’s person and small animals.

Going from being the greatest ever to having a near impossible time beating an incredible rival ain’t easy. Two once in an era tennis players are playing in the same era. Tennis has never been so lucky. And what about the stoic champion? No so stoic after all.

Super Bowl Shmooper Bowl. This is the greatest sports story going right now. Springsteen should have played Australia.