So, I turned on the TV to watch some big concert with lots of pop stars and some damn football game kept on interrupting it. Sheesh. It's getting to the point where I wouldn't be suprised if next year, the NFL carts out Usher and Nelly to perform during the huddles. And will Sting do anything these days?

The big comic riff during the game was about Tampa Bay Wide Receiver, Joe Jurevicius. Joe is the one whose kid was born way pre-mature and has been spending the past couple of weeks shuttling back and forth between practice and watching over his newborn kid. The woman-folk (especially those with kids) think that Joe's got his priorities screwed up, that he should take care of his kid more than he's gotta play football. It is of my opinion, however, that Joe has to play football. Why? Because he has to for the kid's sake.

Imagine he didn't play and the kid turns out fine (which we all hope is true). For the rest of his life, the kid's gonna know that his dead missed out on playing in the Superbowl (the Superbowl!) and winning it because of him. Imagine the pressure the kid's gotta be under. Imagine all the stress and guilt that could come with it. Think about it. For the rest of his life, he'll be hearing things like "so what if you'll miss Bill's party, I missed the Superbowl." Or "I missed the Superbowl for you, the least you can do is take out the trash." Or even this one- "sorry we can't afford Stanford, but I might have been able to afford it if I could have played in the Superbowl."

Nope. Joe had to have played.