Testosterone drained from halftime show

by Michael A Kazanjian a&e editor

Something just didn't seem right. There was football. There were beer commercials. There were overstuffed men on couches with chicken wing sauce accessorizing their shirts. And suddenly there was 'N Sync. There was Britney Spears. Something had gone wrong and there was nothing any of us could do abouJ it. Stomachs should have started churning when the Backstreet Boys sang our beloved National Anthem with as much gusto as a drizzle, but we stayed hopefully optimistic.

The game itself was setting up to be a bore. The Giants forgot what they were doing there and the Ravens were too busy hoping that the recent controversy surrounding Ray Lewis (who was later named MVP) would be forgotten in the midst of their big day. Never fear, halftime was approaching. Most of us use this opportunity to restock our plates or to visit the porcelain god, but there are quite a few who rather enjoy the overblown glory that is the Super Bowl Halftime Show. And for those of us who sat around, it turned out to be a tragedy.

It didn't start off too bad. A skit featuring the always-entertaining Ben Stiller rehearsing with Aerosmith was something that a football fan could appreciate. After all, Aerosmith is a rock and roll band. Then, suddenly, the camera panned away from Tyler and Co. to the Prince's of Pop, 'N Sync. The skit ended. Cut to a birds eye view of the stadium. The lights went down, lasers and explosions lit the field and then, inevitably, the music started. But it's the music that played that had football fans up in arms. There they were.

'N Sync had taken the stage. Swaying back and forth in perfect time, grabbing their bony hips and shaking their perfectly made up heads, they put most Revlon models to shame. This isn't football, this is teenybopper fluff. After three excruci-