Warning: Major stereotypes ahead. Well, the big, annoying countdown to Superbowl XXXV has begun. (Interesting fact: only 10% of Superbowl viewers can read Roman numerals.) Nobody here cares; except that we’ll all be holed up in our homes, trying to protect ourselves from the frothing, testosterone-bloated frenzy that surrounds this ridiculous yearly event. What fun! Get in your super-duty truck, grab a super-size meal, buy some super-crappy beer and come home to watch the three-hour bore-o-thon, the most interesting part of which is the commercials (how sad).