Why can't we point out the obvious?
That was a bad Super Bowl.
Unless you're a die-hard Seahawks fan, have a burning hatred of the Broncos or had a wad of cash riding on a Seattle win, there was little to like about Sunday's Super Bowl.
It got so bad that the wife and I actually started switching between the game and a flick on Turner Classic Movies.
The movie was "The Lost Weekend." It's a beaut, starring Ray Miland as a drunk who is out on a life-altering toot.