There was some controversy as a result of the Prince halftime show at Super Bowl XLI, and there was no doubt that there would be complaints. Thanks to thesmokinggun.com we can read those complaints here.

These are absolutely hilarious. The homophobia that has gribbed all of these people just cracks me up. One of my favorite lines in any of the e-mails is this one.

“[My son] has hoped to be a quarterback and now he will turn out gay. I am actually considering to check him for HIV. Thanks CBS for turning my son GAY. “

The best complaint comes from someone who isn’t even concerned with his children or the future of society. He is concerned with himself.

“I find it highly unacceptable to have a family watch a sporting event only to find Prince stroking, manipulating and fondling his guitar behind the curtain. This image only made him look extremely large which made the rest of us look small, and unable to perform this evening.”

There are a few other pot shots in here at the Snickers commercial and the rest of the Prince performance. I figured these were worth a good laugh at the expense of our society.

You may have thought the Super Bowl sucked, I know I did, but the Nevada sports books certainly didn’t. The casinos reported their figures from wagers on the Super Bowl. A total of $93.1 million was wagered on the Super Bowl. This was just shy of the $94.5 million that was dropped last year.

Think about that for a minute. That was just what was wagered in Nevada sports books, that doesn’t include online betting, or people going down to Mexico to place bets. This also doesn’t include illegal sports books, or just random bookies who took money on the game. That probably at least doubles that number right there. That is a ton of money to be wagered one a single game.

Not only that, the sports books posted a winnings of $12.9 million. That is an impressive percentage of earnings that they made bases off of the amount wagered. What does this mean? It means way too many people took the Bears, and everyone who took the over absolutely hates Tony Dungy for not having Adam Vinatieri kick that field goal in the last minutes of the game.

You have to love the stories that aren’t worth writing. Is this one of them? Maybe. But I’m only writing it in response to one very, very pointless story. According to ESPN.com, Charles Barkley won $700,000 this weekend. No, seriously. That’s it. He didn’t donate the money to Uganda, he wasn’t mugged outside of the Wynn Cash Cage. He just won.

“That was all profit [from] blackjack and I bet on the Super Bowl. I had the Colts,” Barkley added. “I played a lot of blackjack.”

Did you have the Colts, Charles? I figured that. Maybe Kenny Smith took the Bears. Why hasn’t ESPN written an article about his gambling losses? But what else did Barkley bet? Maybe he touched that doozy of a prop bet that was on Bodog throughout Super Bowl week: Will Billy Joel sing the National Anthem in over or under 1 minute, 44 seconds?

Is this a story because Barkley is well known for liking gambling? Or is it a story to call out Barkley for staying in the casino despite losing about $10 million because of betting? Either way, it’s really not that big of a deal. I’m sure there’s tons of people that won millions of dollars on Sunday.

Maybe Barkley was the powerful person that arranged Tony Dungy going for it on 4th down rather than kicking a field goal to put the game over 48 total points. I’m still very skeptical about that decision. As a novice sports gambler, I’ve seen sketchy things like that way too much.

Oh, and because you care, I lost $50 on Sunday. Thanks Rexy.

I was caught in a rut after Super Bowl XLI. What the hell was I going to watch? Jack Bauer’s ass-kicking hour wasn’t upon us yet so I had to scramble for something. Thank God for Animal Planet. I must admit that I watched Puppy Bowl III for most of last night. And I must admit that I was more entertained by Puppy Bowl than I was Super Bowl.

What’s Puppy Bowl? It was something with no point. It was lots of dogs playing on a small football field to the tune of random jazz songs. And it was entertaining. The dogs came out of a tunnel, much like the Colts and Bears did. Then they were shown on camera for three hours. All they did was play. What the hell was that camera guy thinking? While he may have questioned his job, I was certainly loving it.

Puppy Bowl III featured “Water Bowl Cam,” which gave us a unique perspective on the dogs drinking out of their water bowl. Then they decided to simply stomp out the water dish and spill the water everywhere. When it appeared the dogs were tired of playing and being hyper as hell, the halftime show began: cats doing the exact same thing. I prefer dogs but at least the cats were there to appeal to people that can actually tolerate those sneaky bastards.

No matter how long I watched, I simply couldn’t turn the channel. This stuff was hilarious. But the highlight of the show came when a dog proceeded to take a dump at midfield, prompting a referee (not Ed Hochuli) to come out and pick the crap up with a plastic bag. Who wrote this show? Because they’re a damn genius. If you missed the fun, here’s a clip of last year’s Puppy Bowl II. If you really want to see what the fuss was about, feel free to place your order now.

Overall, I think there’s been better slates of Super Bowl commercials in past years. But like every year, there were some real winners. I’m still angry about the lack of monkeys in the CareerBuilders commercials but overall, the beer companies came pretty strong. Here’s our favorites.

Ryan: Taco Bell Lions- I’m not sure why this was so funny. Maybe it’s because I found everything funny after watching the sloppiest Super Bowl in recent memory. In this commercial, a couple of lions were eying some campers, as well as the new Taco Bell Steak Grilled Taquitos. One lion had the tongue roll down, the other didn’t. I can’t point out why I thought it was funny. I just did.

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Bummer. What was hyped to be a matchup of unstopable force vs. immovable object turned out to be turnover-filled failure. It’s always great to end the NFL season with a great game. It’s a fitting finish to four months of exciting finishes, great plays, and drama. But unfortunately, Super Bowl XLI really didn’t have much in the way of any.

First of all, congratulations to the Colts. I type this feeling happy for Peyton Manning and especially Tony Dungy. Manning has put up phenomenal numbers his entire career and for the most part, has given us zero reason to dislike him. He got the Super Bowl monkey off his back, which is one of the things that was holding him back from being recognized as one of the game’s all-time elite. But a smile couldn’t hurt. Stop smirking you bastard.

Dungy also deserves tons of credit. You saw how much this meant to him when he stood on the podium. You saw how much his players cared for him when they carried him to midfield. For what he’s gone through, a win last night was a nice reward for a great coach.

I didn’t like the Bears gameplan. I loved Thomas Jones and how he played last night, I just don’t think he got enough carries. Had he ran more, I think the deep passes to Bernard Berrian could have opened up. But they never even went vertical until Grossman’s awful desperation heave in the 4th quarter. The Bears’ defense started off aggressive and brought pressure but then backed off…why?

For some weird reason, despite our lack of updates yesterday, we had a real good day traffic-wise. The reason? Some people hate the Super Bowl. Two people reached our site through Google Blog searches of “Super Bowl Sucks”. Another reached the site by searching “Super Bowl Coverage Sucks”, which fits well with Rich’s article from Friday.

Besides from Devin Hester’s electrifying kickoff return for a score, my favorite part of Super Bowl XLI was Prince’s performance. The Rolling Stones were dismal last year but I thought Prince was phenomenal. The constant guitar changes, covers of other songs, and shredding to “Purple Rain”while standing in the rain was extremely badass. But where the hell was 1999 or Little Red Corvette?