Back in the 2004 during the Superbowl’s halftime show, pop musician Janet Jackson’s awkward publicity stunt or “wardrobe malfunction” fueled a U.S. government crack down on broadcasting media, enticing talk shows and audiences to seek alternatives to the existing traditional channels.

Out of these fires of censorship emerged the Feast of Fools podcast. Before the word “podcasting” was declared as 2005’s Word of the Year by the Oxford University Dictionary, this show was just and an audio enclosure attached to a blog. Nobody, including the Superbowl has ever been the same since.

But, yawn! What a borrrring Superbowl! Not the game itself which was OK, but everything else, the shows and the commercials which is the really important stuff. This year’s event was the blandest in recent years and went without a hitch or a awkward moment to draw it’s hypnotized audiences back into reality. Where was this year’s equivalent to last year’s gay kiss?

It was weird to see celebrities being interviewed by Ryan Seacrest on their own “red carpet” as a way of trying to glamorize the event. Reuters reported that that the actual red carpet they talked to celebrities on lead nowhere and that was a half mile from the stadium in a beer-soaked parking lot. What a joke! Until the NFL gets superstud Tom Brady to wear a ball gown and parade down that red carpet, I’m not buying it. Like yellow brick roads, red carpets should always lead somewhere.

Why doesn’t the NFL put out their own “Gods of the Stadium” calendar?
We could use an American version of the famous French calendar that features hot soccer studs in the buff. If we can handle Brittany’s beaver shots, we can handle hot famous muscular athletes being photographed naked in sexually ambiguous poses.

Tom Petty’s and Alicia Keyes’ musical performances were great. But Paula Abdul’s awkward song montage in the Superbowl Pre-Show was really bad. Her lip-syncing rivaled wasted queens at your local drag review and her dance moves were awful. One of her crazy moves looked like she was trying to “air out her cooter.”

I’m not sure if it’s a coincidence or just an attempt to explain away her slurry behavior, but today it was also revealed that Paula was in a plane mishap in 1993 that caused her to have several back surgeries and drop out of pop music for half a decade.

Did you think Paula’s music career took “two steps forward, or two steps back” with this performance?

Rock stars should retire the phrase “Let me hear you say yeah!” I could have sworn that Alicia Keyes, Paula Abdul and Tom Petty all said it at the Superbowl last night. Did the cue card guy run out of card-stock and just recycle his signs?

Then again, how else can you get a crowd to all say “Yeah!” on cue? Come on everybody say yeah. She loves you yeah, yeah yeah. Twist and shout, yeah yeah yeah. I said, yeah, mony mony… Is yeah here to stay?

Join us as we present the quirkier and more unusual side of Superbowl XLII as Amanda Steinstein, Marc Felion and me, Fausto Fernós take calls from you our listeners about the commercials, pre-show and halftime show of the Superbowl, also known as the Oscars for straight people.

Go Daddy wants to show you it’s beaver. Do not attempt to jump-start your man-titties. Will the sound of a dog slurping make you buy stuff, like a Feast of Fools t-shirt?

The podcast that scores a touchdown every time with sexy results- Feast of Fools.

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