Super Bowl thoughts from the Nghiemesis

Some of my thoughts from the Super Bowl:

-All I wanted to do was watch and see what Prince did. So I did not even turn on the TV all day until 2-3 minutes before halftime.

• Fireworks start popping off at the stadium. My daughter looks up from her dolls and asks whats going on. I tell her that Prince is coming on. She then asks "..if he's the prince then where's his crown?" Damn kids...I don't answer her.
• The show handlers unleash the 'crowd' to rush the stage. This sweating mass of humanity have about 100 ft to run across until they make it to the stage. One camera shows a delirious middle aged white chick rushing past. Uhhh...c'mon beeyotch, this shows gonna last 10 minutes then your ass is gonna be escorted straight to the Joe Robbie Stadium loading docks where they will 'release the hounds ' in five minutes unless your ticket-less ass gets the fuck on out. Is your life so devoid of joy that this glimpse of Prince's crotch is worth that?
  
• There are two of Prince's hoes dancing around him starting with the opening song of 'Let's Go Crazy". They are dressed in black, puffy, boa-like jackets and black pirate, thigh boots. They are dancing WAAAAAAYYYYYYY too close to Prince. Even dancing in front of him. WTF? And they dancing not all sensous and sexual like Princes hoes usually do, they are dancing all Tina Turner crazy and shit, like they are at church, getting possessed by the Holy Spirit or some shit at the afternoon service of the Airport Boulevard First Church of the Savior. Then there's some other black bitch hanging off to the side, dressed in a white cat-suit with a fucked up round topped helmet, singing back-up, gyrating by herself. Whose fucking idea was those three beeyotches? When the fuck did Prince need a back-up singer?
  
• Prince plays some shit I don't know in the middle of the set. A marching band comes out. This really piques my daughters interest especially when those fools start glowing in the dark. She's all up in it now. I hope Prince doesn't do some crazy shit and then I got to lie to my daughter to cover it up.
  
• Then Prince changes guitars to the one pictured, I know that the last song is coming-which one is it? Purple Rain. He starts tearing it up on the guitar. The stupid dancers disappear. Prince is where he should be, by himself onstage-unless he's got some nekkid chicks thrusting their breastes and/or crotches up on him like the old days. Today is not that day. But this makes it all worth it. He tears that biatch up and shows everyone why he's the fucking Man.
• When he's done with the song what does he do with the guitar? Ta if you don't know your a biotch.
• Aight, the last part saved the entire set for Prince. And the games still sucked donkey scrotum, just like I thought. See ya next year beeyotches.