Big names in the professional-football world, treated to a weekend of exclusive parties and perfect Arizona weather, left town this past Feb. 4…the Monday after Super Bowl XLII…furious at delays that kept their private jets waiting for permission to take off.
Those problems will undoubtedly clear up when the SB moves to that booming conurbation (that means ‘city’, we looked it up) of Indianapolis in 2012. Almost all homes in Indiana have running water these days. You can see a ‘talkie’ down by the picture show, and purty soon they’re gonna let them wimmens vote.
On another note, doesn’t it suck when you have to wait for your private jet to take off? Ugh. What a hassle. Then sometimes, they only have Sevruga caviar instead of the ‘Double 0’ Beluga, that we prefer. The last straw is when you get Diet Rite instead of Diet Coke. Bastards. How dare they?
It seems witnessing the greatest Super Bowl of all time first hand, for free, simply wasn’t good enough.
