I didn't want to watch the Superbowl, and I didn't watch it, exactly. In fact, I don't even know who won. I even declared my non-watching as my Facebook status. We decided to watch a movie tonight instead. Before we started the movie Bill turned to the Superbowl to check the score, and the half-time show was about to come on. It was The Who. The Who. I broke my vow. I reneged on my Facebook status. It was The freakin Who for crying out loud. They did a fantastic set. The best part was watching my beloved offspring singing along. The worst part was listening to Bill make jokes about how Roger and Pete were going to escorted off stage with walkers. He can be such a turkey. James was totally enthralled by the way Pete played the guitar.
I'm glad that they didn't die before they got old. Well, Pete and Roger anyway.