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Superbowl XXXVII Halftime Show - Sting!?  Next up, the tawny hard-bodied Gwen Stefani. Once again, young, talented, good looking and dressed for maximum eye-appeal. When the camera turns to her, she is doing pushups in a midriff. She then jumps up and belts out one of her top hits. A top hit from just a year or two ago that is still getting plenty of air-play on the modern rock stations.  Now I’m thinking, the only way this could get better is if we somehow get these two to wrestle topless. But instead the good folks at the Superbowl XXXVII, have something else in mind – Sting. Sting? Let me think again how wrong that is.. – Sting!? Give me a frigging break – Sting? Currently living in the "Where are they now?" file – Sting. Is there any one more annoying man on the face of the Earth? I’m not sure which would be worse, to be stuck in an elevator with Sting, or France. Yuck!  So they roll this geriatric out and he starts piddling out some tripe of a song that I’m sure was written before Gwen or Shania were even born. The track was originally laid on vinyl for cripes sake. Vinyl! Does anyone even use vinyl for anything anymore - aside from covering the booths in the local diner? Do they even make vinyl albums anymore? What we need to do is an intervention. Someone needs to step up and help Sting get over himself. I call upon his friends and his family, (Mr. and Mrs. Sting I’m talking to you now). I call upon his siblings, Burn, Itch, Tingle and Throb – intervene; make him stop while you still can. Send him back to Australia, South Africa or wherever he is from and tell him to shut up. And bring more hotties to the halftime show! Billo ----------------- |
