There is only one word to describe my evening. Lame. Lame because I didn't see any Katy Perry boob flesh at all. Lame because the halftime show was flat out bizarre. A mechanical lion? Sharks? Beach balls? Missy Elliott? Some cheesy rocket? Lame because with limited exceptions, the commercials sucked eggs. Lame because Shady Brady and Bill Belicheat came back once again. Lame because the Seahawks lost on a goal line interception. A wasted evening.