The Super Bowl XLIII Liveblog, brought to you by Tyson Dino Nuggets

For the first time ever, I'm recording, moment by moment, one of my two annual religious holidays (the other being Big Game).

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Some indeterminate time: GUnit knocks on my door. "JOURNEY IS PLAYING!" I scrambled out of bed, barely conscious, to catch Arnel Pineda rock out to the greatest song in the history of the universe, "Don't Stop Believing." (And yes, the official title of the song has a 'g' at the end.)

1328: Matt Lauer and President Obama sure are good ol' chums.

1329: OH SHIT THE FEED WENT OUT WE CAN'T HEAR OUR PRESIDENT TALK Must be the terrorists PAAAANIC

1400: Tint and KNak show up. Immediately a game of BANG! begins during the pregame show.

1425: They're talking about Larry Fitzgerald's mom passing? All respect to him and his family, but why are they showing something so depressing?

1452: Faith Hill sings "America the Beautiful"...um...beautifully. But it took me by surprise for a little bit when she sang the words "for spacious skies."

Gordo: "It's 'spacious?' I always thought the word was 'gracious.'"

GU: "GET BACK ON THE BOAT"

KNak: "If Jack Bauer had heard you he would've raped you in the ass with that lamp."

1523: Oh shit, an awesome trailer for some new movie just came on. What is this? There's soldiers and ninjas flying around and stuff. Looks like it could either be really awesome or really lame.

1523.15: From the director of "The Mummy?" Aw fuck, it's gonna be terrible.

1524: OOOH SHIT IT'S G.I. JOE THE MOVIE UUUUMG

1526:

Gordo: "Damn, Jennifer Hudson is hella good."

SRS: "That's why she's singing in the Super Bowl and not one of those crappy games before the Super Bowl where they get no-name singers to butcher the national anthem."

1530: Honorary captains. Hella old

"From Super Bowl XXXIII, from the Denver Broncos, John Elw-"

KNak: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

1531: Hines Ward's face appears on TV for about ten seconds, looking emotional, proud, and patriotic.

1533: Why would you not just throw to Hines Ward all day? It would be 24-0 by the half.

1534: Nevermind, throw Willie Parker in there two. Just make it a 6-play offensive playbook. The options are Parker middle, Parker left, Parker right, Ward left, Ward middle, Ward right. You don't need anything else.

1537: Oh shit, the Steelers are at the half-yard line already?

1538: TD, Ben Roethtslisalshtslithsberger. What a monster.

1539: GREAT Bud Light commercial. Pop factor of dumb bitch flying out windows always wins.

1540: Trailer for Angels and Demons.

My Kevin Bacon number is 2, because I saw Tom Hanks filming for Angels and Demons at UCLA this summer, and Tom Hanks was in Apollo 13 with Kevin Bacon. I win.

1542: Dino Nuggets are done! Also, TD retracted. Just QB sneak with Roesthishtsthistihsberger and it's a TD.

1543: WHY ARE YOU KICKING THE FIELD GOAL?! JUST GET THE SIX! THE ZONA D CAN'T STOP BIG BEN!

1544: Kick is good, Steelers up 3-0 with 9:45 left in the 1st.\

1545: Crystal ball Doritos commercial taught me something today: carry a snow globe around at all times so that I can break into any vending machine, except those machines at ghetto-ass high schools with all the steel bars over the glass.

1547: Arizona offense introduction. AW WHERE'S J.J.? Oh wait, he's not starting.

1549: Almost fumbled. Good job, Edge.

SRS: "It's because he doesn't have long enough hair. The hair is the source of all their powers."

Gordo: "Like Polamalu and Fitzgerald?"

SRS: "Yep. That's why they're so good."

Gordo: "So what about Hines Ward?"

SRS: "It's because he's Korean. DUH, fucktard."

1550: "By the way, 'swaggit' is not an institution of higher learning." So white.

1555: Touchdown. Touchdown. Touchdown. TouchdoooooOOOONOOOOO FUCK DOMINIQUE!

1557: Sack. Sack. Sack. SackooooooOOOOOSHIT BIG BEN IS INSANE! Complete to Miller!

1558: KNak: "This [Arizona] defense is so epic fail right now."

1600: Man. I gotta drop the kids off at the pool. But this game is so good...screw it. BRB.

1606: Back, just in time to catch another ad.

Oh man, I gotta eat Doritos all the time now! Making hot women naked, making it rain cash, turning white cops into monkeys...OH NO THA BUS

1607: GoDaddy.com AGAIN? Oh shit, this commercial looks hot. Let's go to GoDaddy.com to watch the rest of the ad.

1608: That ad was FUCKING RETARDED. Also, Steelers TD again. Steelers up 10-0 only a minute into the 2nd.

1609: Pepsi Max. Made for a woman, strong enough for a man.

1610: Budweiser's not American anymore. That's why the commercial is so bad.

1611: J.J.! Aw, crap return.

1612: This Bud commercial is racist. What, a white horse can't love a brown horse? Why does the white man always have to wreck true love?

1613: UUUGH JIIIIIIIIIZZZZ STAR TREK TRAILER JIIIIIZZZZZZ

(Tint missed it entirely. He's still playing with that damn Rubik's Cube.)

1615: FUCK Matt Leinart. Get his mug off the TV screen.

1616:

GU: "That Super Bowl XLIII logo flashes yellow at the end of every play, and I just keep thinking, 'Oh shit, flag AGAIN?' But no, just teasing."

Gordo: "Yeah, damn NBC."

1618: Whoa, Troy just straight up MISSED. How does that happen?

1620: 45 yard pass to Boldin with a side of bitch-flipping.

1621: Yes, Warner tripped whooaAA WHAT?! TD?! 10-7 Steelers, 8:34 2nd.

1626:

Gordo: "Damn, I weigh more than he does and what am I doing with my life?"

GU: "You should be playing football. What the fuck are you doing here?"
Gordo: "I can't, I'm 5'9" and Asian!"

SRS: "Dude, Hines Ward is Asian and he's the best player on the field!"

Gordo: "Are you kdding me? Did you forget he's also half black?"

1631: Breaston trying to pull a DeSean. Not gonna work - the Steelers D is just too fast.

1632: KNak: "I loved when Marshawn Lynch wore the dark visor. It looked like Darth Vader running around on the field, destroying."

1635:

Tint: "Did Hyundai really win the NA Car of the Year?"

Gordo: "Yep."

Tint: "UGGGHGUHGGH (while clenching chest)"

SRS: "YEEEEEEAAAA (Tiger fist pumps)"

All: "HYUNDAI?! HYUUUUNDAI?!?!?!"

1636: Dick LeBeau is 71?!?!

1637: The Edge FAIL. Dropping a perfect pass like that with nobody within 5 yards of you? Can't do that in the big game, man.

1643: Nevermind, the basketball pick totally made up for it.

1650: ...Why on earth did Polamalu jump up like that? He's just crazy. Polamalu's kinda sucking today.

1651: PICK AT THE LINE! Hooooly god, plus a 100-yd INT return, JUST as the clock expires. That's definitely going on SportsCenter later on. Bee tee dubs, KURT WARNER CHOKE = 17-7 Steelers, end of 1st half.

1700: What the fuck is up with all of these ads being in 3-D? And why didn't we pick up our 3-D glasses at Safeway yesterday when there was a whole box just chilling there?!

1701: Halftime show...or BANG!? I guess we're going with BANG!

1731: Damn, Bruce Springsteen has stage presence. I knew I listen to his music for a reason. Also, LA BAMBA AND MAX WEINBERG!

1735: They're ruling the almost-KW-sack a FUMBLE when it's clearly a forward pass. In the SUPER BOWL. Unacceptable.

1738: Yet another KNak Legends moment:

"OOOOOARHGAHG FREE GRAND SLAM TUESDAY 6-7AM WUWOHHOOOOOH" while jumping up and down like a half-tard manchild.

1742: Oh shit, new movie with The "Dwayne Johnson" Rock (we all know that's his real name;" Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson" is bullcrap). Plus Sormtroopers!

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It's called "Witch Mountain?" Damn it, Disney, really?

1744: YEA HINES WARD. What a catch! GG.

1749:

KNak: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Tint: "Uh oh, Naki's getting passionate."

1751: Willie Parker hits a huge hole for a good 15-yard run. Next play is GG.

1752: Damn it, Parker for no gain. Hurry up and GG so I stop watching and play BANG!

Big Ben almost sacked, threw it away. I think we jinxed it.

1753: Roughing the holder in the field goal attempt. ADRIAN WILSON FAIL

1755: I LOVE these basketball deflections. That could've been a ridiculous pick-6 for Rolle. I also love that we've been saying "GG" on every play for the past 7 plays.

1758: Darn, I just saw Shia LeButtfuck on the screen. So...another Transformers movie? Yep, another Transformers movie. MEGAN FOX!

1759:

 

Damn, CareerBuilder.com made a good ad. Who knew.

1800: J.J. kickoff return FAIL.

1801: Trippy Coca-Cola ad just played.

SRS: "I need to have some Coke now."

All: "Dude, they just cog'd you."

1806: "And now I'm in the Super Bowl" = USAMA YOUNG FAIL.

1807: The Comcast ad is possibly the best ad of this year's Super Bowl.

1808: OH MY GOD, JACK! NO! www.HangInThereJack.com isn't working. WHY?!?!

BTW: Wow, we just got totally ad-cog'd.

1813: The Celebrity Apprentice commercial.

SRS: "Dennis Rodman? What charity would Dennis Rodman possibly play for?"

Gordo: "Probably Area 51, so that his family who was captured by the government after they crash-landed from Mars doesn't starve to death."

GU: "That's where he lay his spores."

1816: "[Dockett] has burst for a big guy, and he burst right into Ben Roethlisberger that time." Ummm...gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

1817: Why can't we have this kind of excellent special teams play? Oh wait, they're a pro team. Nevermind.

1818: Troy Polamalu is hilarious/a monster. Also, I miss Mean Joe Greene. Also, Coke Zero's "taste infringement" advertisement campaign was always stupid. But this is definitely the best ad they've released.

1820: GO BEARS. J.J. Arrington for 22 yards. This game is getting really interesting now. Good thing we didn't stop watching.

1825: LARRY FITZGERALD WIN. 20-14 Steelers, 7:33 left to go in the game. Again, it's all that hair that gives him his power.

1827: Oh crap, a Hulu ad! Now the rest of the world will know about Hulu! But I do have to admit that "An evil plot to destroy the world" for a TV-streaming site is a pretty catchy tagline.

1834: PepSuber!

1837: Man. Polamalu is not having a great game. Neither is Kurt Warner.

1840: GREAT punt coverage, on top of the fact that the Steelers are having some serious fouling issues right now = Arizona might actually pull this out. JAMES HARRISON FAIL

1843: The whole ball has to break the plane, but is that really a safety?

Nope, not a safety.

1844: Great pass to Holmes.

OH SHIT, HOLDING FOUL. Safety? SAFETY! Man, this is definitely one of the better Super Bowl games I've seen. 20-16 Steelers, 2:53 left in the game.

1848: UUUMG LARRY FITZGERALD UBER WIN 50 yard pass. 23-20 Arizona, 3:57 left. Crunchtime for the Steelers.

Tint: "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD HE'S TOO FAST POLAMALU DOING JACK SHIT"

KNak: "ARUHGAURAOIHGAUUH PATRIOTS ALL OVER AGAIN!"

1850: Prediction: that Fitzgerald touchdown is the game-winning touchdown. Also, in about 6 months, Larry Fitzgerald will get arrested from a nightclub after shooting himself in the face with a concealed weapon.

1852:

KNak: "KURT WARNER HALL OF FAME HALL OF FAME HALL OF FAME"

All: "Shut up!"

1855: Here we go Steelers, two-minute drill. Santonio Holmes is a beast.

1900: Santonio Holmes MVP FOR SURE. That kind of tip-toe TD reception is 

Also, new prediction: in about 6 months, Santonio Holmes will get arrested from a nightclub after shooting himself in the face with a concealed weapon.

1904: Larry Fitzgerald slow motion "Nnnnoooo nnnooooo nnnnnnooooo" was amusing. Let's see if Kurt Warner can pull this off.

1910: Nope.

Cal should give me my Ph.D. NOW, my research is so awesome

Jack Bauer's official biography states that he graduated from UC Berkeley with a Master of Science in Criminology and Law. Unfortunately, no such degree exists, or else I would be all over that shit (imagine being able to tell your friends that you majored in the same field as Jack Bauer. And they would ask you, "You majored in Legal Studies of Techniques, Procedures, and Protocols in Torture?" And you would say, "Boom, muthafucka.")

So I did a little bit of internet research, because everything the internet says is true, especially because Facebook and Wikipedia are on the internet. It turns out that at the beginning of Season 1, the viewing audience was informed that Jack Bauer was 35 years old. (I'm not going to use extrapolated ages based on later seasons, because multiple years pass between seasons, making Season 1 the most accurate benchmark for the actual age.)

Season 1 ran from 2001 to 2002. Let us make a logical extension and assume that Season 1 (more specifically, that entire day) occurred in 2002, giving Jack the benefit of the doubt. This means that Jack was born in 1967. Let us also assume that the Master's in Criminology and Law is a two-year Master's degree, because that's simply the most common timeframe for terminal Master's degrees. His biography states nothing about any educational or occupational activity between finishing his Bachelor degree at UCLA and his Master's degree at Berkeley, so we can assume that he went straight from four years of college to two years of graduate school. After crunching some basic numbers, we figure that Jack Bauer graduated from UC Berkeley at the age of 24 (HURHURHUR) in the year 1991. (Ph.D., please!)

Now, why did I bother doing all that? So I could make this:

I wonder how much he gives back every year, assuming dead people isn't considered legal tender in the United States of America.

Now, all that needs to happen is that his face needs to be on 1) the big board on Dwinelle Plaza with all the faces and 2) on the Campaign for Berkeley website.

Welcome to American music, here's your complimentary Kleenex pack

One of the first memories of living in the U.S. is the old infomerical advertising Wilson Phillips' first album, Wilson Phillips, featuring that freaking catchy hit single, "Hold On." I still remember being a young, pre-obese tyke with my soon-to-be fat ass parked in front the grainy television in our rental home in suburban south San Jose, a.k.a. WHY DOES 3/4 OF CHINA LIVE HERE OH EM GEE TOO MUCH MATH NERD BLAHRGAHRG

I was just sitting there, munching away on snacks that five-year-olds should not be allowed to touch, when all of a sudden, I saw a flash of platinum blond hair and hooker red lips. Only fifteen years later did I learn that her name was Wendy Wilson. The only words I knew to that song were, "But you hoooold on, for one more day...blahblahblah Incoher, ent fooooreign lang. uage, English sounds so. stuuuuUuUpid...." (Five, new to the country, waddaya expect.)

So, to Wilson Phillips: thank you for introducing me to American music. I owe you one. I think.

R-r-r-r-reeeewiiiiind:

Racial profiling, but not

Event number one:

I walked out of Safeway holding only a box of Cream of Wheat, that being the only thing I purchased and my breakfast of choice at the moment. One of the Safeway staff who happened to be black saw and commented, "Mmmmmhmmmm. Cream of Wheat. My favorite." I replied, "Yes sir, none better" and continued on my way towards the car.

But he snuck up on me and, before I was even halfway to the car, he tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "Hey man, you half black?"

Now, I've gotten Japanese, Korean, Filipino, and most commonly Samoan/Hawai'ian, but this was my first time getting half black.

I gave a puzzled look and replied, "No, why do you ask?"

He blurted out, "Then why you like Cream of Wheat so much? Cream of Wheat's a black man food."

In the split second thereafter in which I froze up and racked my brain's fifteen-year library collection of racial stereotypes/jokes, Cream of Wheat was noticeably absent. I'd always known about the controversy regarding B&G/Kraft's usage of the character "Rastus," the smiling black chef on the box cover, but I hadn't heard anything along the lines of "white people : stealing other people's cultures :: black people : Cream of Wheat."

I really didn't know how to respond, but he just kept looking at me, looking for an answer, so I responded honestly, "I'm allowed to like Cream of Wheat if I want to. It's easy to prepare, low in cholesterol, and an adequately filling breakfast."

Taken aback at my super lame answer, he said, "Oh is that so. Well then, what, you like fried chicken, watermelon, okra, and that purple shit too? Huh?"

This guy was getting on my nerves. All I did was admit that I enjoyed Cream of Wheat, and somehow he's throwing random accusatory-sounding remarks my way, though I still wasn't quite sure what his point was. And, of course, I once again honestly said, "Yes, actually, I thoroughly enjoy all of those things."

He grabbed his forehead.

"Damn, man, you blacker than ME. I HATE fried chicken. Go enjoy your Cream of Wheat, brotha."

Acontecimiento numero dos:

Earlier today, SRS was headed to a potluck, for which he decided to make a simple Cracker Chicken recipe he found online. The recipe involves grinding a ton of Ritz crackers and mixing it with paprika, garlic powder, salt, and black pepper, and then dredging it onto drumsticks covered in eggwash and baking the drumsticks. I tasted one, and it seriously tastes like a giant chicken nugget, but that's neither here nor there.

Conversation:

Me: "What are you making?"

SRS: "I'm making cracker chicken for this stupid meeting."

Me: "CRACKER chicken? Does that mean that we're not allowed to eat it?"

SRS: "You're dumb."

Minutes pass while he tinkers away in the kitchen and I watch a ESPN special about Steve Bartkowski and his kick-'Boys-ass Falcons team back in the '80s. Go Bears.

SRS: "I added a secret extra ingredient in the dry mix. Bet you can't guess what it is. You might be able to taste it when it's done cooking, but I doubt it."

Me: "Is it chili powder or dried chili flakes of some sort?"

SRS: "Fuck you."

Me: "What?"

SRS: "How did you know?"

Me: "Because you're Korean."

Event the third:

G-Unit got two dwarf hamsters a couple months ago, which he named Flotsam and Jetsam (Flo and Jet for short). He took them home over winter break and brought them back to the apartment a couple days ago, but poor Flotsam was missing. He informed us that Flo got out of the cage somehow while he was at home, and is now MIA in the house. (She'll probably die pretty soon, but whatever. Jet was always the less temperamental one anyways.

SRS and I figured that, since Jet is darker than Flo, Jet has to stay in prison for much longer. We felt bad for about five seconds after making the remark.

Jet tends to run on the wheel a lot. We think she's bulking up so she can eventually break out of that hellhole.

Chinese Culture, Lesson 1: American Football = ???

January 1st came and went, and once again, I spent a significant part of it in front of the television (now new-and-improved 42" HDTV that my parents bought WITHOUT TELLING ME) watching USC beat the crap out of yet another undeserving and overrated "Big" "10" "team." To tradition!

The next morning (that's January 2nd for all you non-math majors), I woke up and found that nobody else was home - apparently, my mom and sister had miraculously decided that I was mature enough to be left alone and not burn the house down. (Not kidding - in the days of old, leaving me alone at home was verboten because they were honest-to-God afraid that I would somehow hurt myself or, more importantly, somehow hurt the neighbor's adorable dog.) I read through the sections of interest in the Mercury (translation: glance fleetingly at the front page, read the comics, flip to Sports) and, before putting my paper down, I saw my mom's Chinese newspaper of choice, the World Journal, sitting underneath it. And, oh, how I laughed and laughed at my own people's ever-more-interesting culture.

Here's an overall shot of the front page of the Jan. 2nd, 2009 issue of The World Journal:


It's about the Rose Queen for this year's Tournament of Roses down in Pasadena. The same Tournament of Roses that culminates in the aforementioned football game. This is page A1. Like, MAIN HEADLINE. The same place where the New York Times would have put something urgently important, such as the unfortunate bombings going on yet again in the Gaza Strip area or the international economic crisis. But maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions and should give these people the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they're talking about something else. Let's take a closer look, shall we?



That red headline states that, in the Tournament of Roses' 120-year history, this year's Rose Queen, Courtney Chou Lee, is only the second Chinese person to receive the honor.

I suppose it's a point of Taiwanese interest to be celebrated in ANY manner nowadays, no matter how mediocre, after the mind-boggling disaster that was Chen Shui-Bian's presidency.

(And now, a message from NBC: Boys and girls, if you want to see a real modern history lesson in nepotism, embezzlement, and general abuse of power, look no further. Indicted on Dec. 12, 2008 for forgery, money-laundering and misuse of public funds, former President Chen was one of the greatest embarassments to the Taiwanese people in its short history. For more information, Dr. Wikipedia has more here.)

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It makes sense that the article made absolutely zero mention of the results of the football game, since American football is generally not in the interest of the people of Taiwan (or anyone living outside of the US and Canada, for that matter), but just to make sure, I very slowly made my way through the article and found that, like any respectable Chinese/Taiwanese newspaper should, the writer did indeed mention the football game.

But there was no mention of the game itself or the scores or the history of the Rose Bowl game at all.

The only mention of the Rose Bowl game was the names of the two schools playing in it - the University of Southern California and the Pennsylvania State University - AND THEIR UNDERGRADUATE RANKINGS ON THE LATEST US NEWS & WORLD REPORT. (USC is at 27 and PSU is tied at 47 with UT-Austin; Cal is at 21...again.) Leave it to a Taiwanese newspaper to make sure the readership develops an immediate impression of these schools (if they hadn't already heard of them) based on a single comprehensive and, might I add, totally inaccurate representation of their academic reputation.

I come from a people of goddamn nerds. Pride!

P.S. Just for kicks, I took a picture of the Rose Queen herself.

Not bad.