
The commercials, though, ranged from hilarious to lame. It was horrible ... HORRIBLE ... trying to get through the game with the number of commercials. I don't think I'll ever watch a Super Bowl again that is 75% ad time and 25% play time. It was boring as hell. I finally resorted to taking a shower during the third quarter, and I only missed two minutes of play time and twelve minutes of commercials. Why, why, why so many ads for TV shows? I mean, I'm watching TV and would love NOT to be reminded of that every thirty seconds. I. Am. Trying. To. Watch. Sports.
The half-time show was okay. I know some people hated it and some people loved it. I put it somewhere in the middle. No Janet Jackson nipple. JT did all right for an aging teeny-bopper. But, again, did it have to be so frigging long? Honestly, this is no longer a sporting even. It was like watching a cross between America's Funniest Home Videos and the MTV Music Awards, only longer and more monotonously boring.

That shirt, though. Oh, that shirt.
And so the best post on social media belongs to Justin Timberlake's shirt, courtesy of the late Bob Ross. Folks, if you get this, you might be older than dirt, but it's the funniest thing on the Internet that came out of the Super Bowl. Enjoy, and to the late Bob Ross, social media thanks you. It really, really thanks you.