Well, yet another Sunday has passed for the St. Louis Rams, and yet another horrific loss.
See, the Rams played the 49ers yesterday. San Francisco, in no uncertain terms, is a crappy football team. Don't get me wrong; the Rams are also a crappy football team, but this was supposed to be their chance to actually compete in a game, to at least fight on roughly even ground against another also ran.
Final score: San Francisco 35, St. Louis 16. And in no way was the game anywhere near that close.
We witnessed one of the greatest single games in the history of NFL football last night. The flurry of momentum and lead changes, the outstanding performances by players both known and unknown, and a finish that actually outdid last year's dramatics. Simply outstanding. But, really, does anyone honestly care that much? I mean, I do, but still. We all know why we really watch the Super Bowl, and the reason isn't the football. We watch for the commercials. So which ads got me off my sofa
Hey little buddy. We got some catching up to do. The results are in for USA Today's annual Super Bowl Ad Meter ratings, and for the first time in a decade the winner isn't Anheuser-Busch (or AB InBev, as we affectionately refer to it today).Also for the first-time ever the best commercial wasn't created by an advertising company. This year's top spot went to a pair of unemployed brothers from Indiana who won a contest to create an ad for Doritos. The advertisement, in which office workers use a
Fernando de Sousa, Wikimedia Commons I was planning on regaling you with tales of the highly appropriate rainbow-hued foods I snuck into the Pride Parade this weekend in Tower Grove Park. Alas, even Southern sneaks wilt like delicate magnolia blossoms in 100-plus degree heat, and I am no exception. I scuttled back indoors to live to sneak another day with less chance of heat stroke.Instead, I'll offer you an exercise in one of the core doctrines of sneaking food into movies: appropriateness. Ju
Every now and then comes a time when a sensible human being must stop whatever he or she is doing and ask, in a voice as polite but also as insistent as possible, "What the fuck?"Dear readers, I present the latest offerings from the mad flavor scientists at Frito-Lay: Doritos "Late Night" tortilla chips. I assume they are called "Late Night" because the two flavors now available, "Tacos at Midnight" and "Last Call Jalapeño Popper," are meant to evoke late-night, post-booze (or other Doritos-
Believe it or not, congealed pork blood at the fantastic Vietnamese restaurant Phuc Loi wasn't the most challenging thing I ate this week. That would be Doritos Late Night "Last Call Jalapeño Popper" chips. Talk about regurgitating the week! Then again, maybe we should wait till someone tries the Dive Bar Thanksgiving meal before deciding the absolute most challenging foods...What else did we do this week?The Sneak gave us not just one but two reports from the St. Louis International Film Fe
