I just heard something the commentators said as "Do you think Brady is affected by the majority's giant crab?" I swear, my ears think this is a WAY more exciting (and smutty) game than it actually is.
A significant part of the game, with 4 minutes to go, apparently. You know what, commentator, I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.
WAIT. WAIT. "At the start, Broncowski's hands were on the thighs, but then they just started moving downwards..." COMMENTATORS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. ARE YOU WRITING SLASHFIC UP THERE. WHAT.
Two minutes left in the second quarter! Running jumping yelling YEAH BOYS LET'S DO THIS QUICKLY SO I CAN GO TO BED AT A REASONABLEISH HOUR whoa what the fuck?? Actual proper grappling brawl?? The commentators insist that the foremost question is 'was that a catch', NO, THE FOREMOST QUESTION IS ARE THEY GOING TO SETTLE THIS WITH PISTOLS OR SWORDS, AND ARE THEY ALLOWED TO NOMINATE A CHAMPION TO FIGHT IN THEIR STEAD.
Oooof sliding face tackle! Lots more running about, there are 28 seconds left, which'd be a lot more exciting if it, you know, WAS.
HOLY FUCK AVENGERS TRAILER NOW **THAT** IS EXCITING. Now this is the pain of British superbowl watching! We don't even get the adverts that you guys do! Every time it cuts to an ad break, it just cuts back to the commentators trying to stuff their unfinished Broncowski slash down the back of their chairs while they respond to twitterers complaining how they have to get up for work in the morning. BUT AVENGERS. AAAHHHHH. I'M GONNA WATCH IT AGAIN.
Pierre-Paul is apparently being awesome, so I'm glad my name-based-fondness for him is not misplaced. I pick weird reasons to focus on people in these kinds of liveblogs - I spent an entire Formula One season's worth of liveblogs going WHO THE FUCK IS GLOCK, only to have my mind blown at the end where he turned out to be PIVOTAL to who finally won in the last moments of the race. It was like the greatest unintentional foreshadowing ever.
Oh! Touchdown. Can they break for the half time show now? Please? Ah, it was Tom Brady's try. I should probably record that for posterity, but the commentators are giving him enough lovin' that I don't really need to go into much more detail.
AND THERE'S STILL EIGHT MORE SECONDS. Oof, full-on tackle! It had rolly-flipping and everything! Making the most of those eight seconds, it would seem.
Ahhh, half time break. Break out the terrine if you've got it!