I was completely checked out of the Superbowl game. I think I watch maybe fifteen minutes of it. We went over to a friends house which we haven't seen in awhile. It was great to catch up. Their kids are getting ready for college soon, and I remember them so well as new born babies. I didn't want anything to do with the half time show. I kept hearing rumors of Lady Gaga (immature name to go with an immature personality) might do some kind of weird protest or just be an idiot. Some day these people will look back on their lives and be truly embarrassed. So, my friend, Dan (figure I would give him a name to let you know I do have friends) and I decided to go to the garage and work on his motorcycle. He told me it wouldn't start. When he tried to start it,...