Write down the date and time: I'm officially tired of Super Bowl XVIII and all the hype surrounding it. If I never read one more story about fabulous celebrities and exclusive parties it'll be too soon. And the next visiting "journalist" on an expense account whose agenda for the week is to attend those parties, visit strip clubs, and eat till they explode before going to see the game in person who bitches about having nothing to do in this town is gonna get hunted down and given a wedgie.

So you're officially on watch, Bill Simmons. And for Pete's sake, if you're going to call it a blog, get yourself some permalinks. (Via War Liberal).

UPDATE: I see that Pete, freshly back from Sundance, is feeling the hate as well. His post reminds me of the large uptick in Excessive Inanity on our local HappyTalkNews broadcasts. If there's a goofier sight than Shern-Min Chow in a Texans uniform jersey and wearing a headset that looks like Bob McKenzie's earmuffs with a microphone the size of a basketball sticking out of it broadcasting live from the NFL Experience, please don't tell me what it is.