So sue me

Okay. So I know that the choice of Paul McCartney as the entertainment for the Superbowl halftime show was prompted by the worst possible motivations. The promoters wanted someone safe as milk, who wouldn't show a nipple or say a bad word. They wanted someone who was the opposite of edgy.

But I still loved it. The part of me that adores pyrotechnics thrilled to the sight of fireworks set off in time with "Live and Let Die." The emotional sucker in me teared up to the starry, feel-good rendition of "Hey Jude." And dang it all, Paul can still really put on a show after all these years.

*hmph*

There goes any street cred I might ever have aspired to have.