The whole super Bowl thing is so typical of the shallowness of modern life that It makes one want to sign off electricity and read Thomas Hardy Books by Candle light. Who the hell is Justin whatever, who cares about a five yard dash that takes twenty minutes to accomplish..like watching a committee meeting. It is all such a farce. Another Jackson, another bore all watched by millions of people who make me sad because they can find nothing better to. What a world we live in.