We came. We saw. We got kind of grossed out. Thank you (Not) Go Daddy for making our Super Bowl ad viewing experience a uniquely unpleasant one.
Beyond that (and Beyonce that) -- in the rush of ads that fill every Super Bowl viewer's experience when not heading to the refrigerator or bathroom -- there wasn't all that much this year to kvetch or kvell about. (Except the lights, another story.)
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