What in the name of Nick Cannon is going on?
Buy me some peanuts and hearty meat.
He needs a Hail Mary.
Too bad Drew Brees isn't made out of latex rubber and filled with gelled corn syrup.
Slap me some paw.
Flag after the play.
It would all seem pretty innocuous if not for the scarf.
Good game, good game, good game, good game.
Sports is like, yeah.
Go team! Fuck everyone else!
You don't want to see me when I'm booing.
They really get (foot)balls deep.
What would happen if the field got struck by lightning... and you were the only one who survived?
And what he saw was not another Superbowl.
I wonder if sassiness carries over to the afterlife?
It's almost like you can reach out and touch him.
I'd like to phone a friend.
Step, 2, 3, 4. Sparkle, 2, 3, 4.
Not even mom's homemade chunky Campbell's soup can cheer him up.
Every time a Raven makes a confetti angel, a 49er weeps.
It's the 2013 Super Bowl XLVII today, which means it's time to whip out those team shirts, guzzle some beer and pass out before you get a chance to actually watch the game. LET'S GO FOOTBALL!