My Super Bowl is over. In fact, you can cancel Christmas, too.
Three days before the Super Bowl, I got to see
My new nickname is Butter.
I just stared and gawked. Then she asked everyone to stand up and she sang the national anthem. It was awesome, and it was her way of telling those who criticized her for lip-synching at the Presidential inauguration to shut up.
That's my girl.
I've been to about 20 Super Bowls, but never has a game caught my attention like Beyonce. She had on a short, tight beige dress and, and, and ... damn, I'm lost for words.
You know what I mean. Forget Doug Williams. Forget John Elway and
I was in a trance.
As she walked off the stage after answering about 10 questions, I didn't care about who would win the coming Super Bowl because I was already the big winner.
With that being said, I'd like to thank
And most of all, I'd like to thank Beyonce, the modern-day version of