Super Bowl XXXXIV has come and gone.

And while you know we would rather see it on a Saturday night, so that we would not have to be stumbling through our offices this morning, it was a least a relatively interesting match up between the Saints and Colts. 

But the Mustached American has a different perspective than our clean-shaven counterparts, so we offer our thoughts on what was somewhat of a disappointing Super Bowl broadcast.

• Thank you to the good people at Emerald Nuts and Pop Secret for being one of the few, if only, advertisers to feature a person of Mustached American descent wearing a cape.
  
• CBS excels at shameless promotion.
  
• The NFC has won the coin flip 13 straight times.
  
• Not only were those six-inch heels Carrie Underwood was wearing a bit disturbing, in all of her Christian aura, but the girl is clearly due for a set of implants. It's coming.
  
• Jim Nance is incapable of expressing enthusiasm which is why he keeps a mime in his bedroom to express excitement for him during sex.
• We had great anticipation for the Tim Tebow pro-life commercial, and instead what we got was closeups of his mother's disturbing manicure. 
• And the ads in general -- typically the highlight of the broadcast -- were the worst ever. Bud Light has lost its soul and now could not find funny in a pair of Eddie Murphy's silk underpants from the 1980s.
  
• Taco Bell has always been a supporter of the Mustached American way of life. But despite his debonair pencil thin, Charles Barkley has never looked so thick and juicy and should never be shown in public rapping again.
  
• Never has a Super Bowl had so many players with names that represent regions: Austin Collie, Dallas Clark, Roman Harper, Reggie Bush.
  
• Two Manhattans, three beers, and four slices of pizza are perhaps the perfect sustenance for a football game.