I confess that I am not one of the 111 million people who watched the super bowl. I hate football, and despite my father’s accusatory verbal tirades about “not trying,” I just don’t understand the game. But yesterday, in the midst of talking to my guy friend about very inappropriate topics, he said, “the Super Bowl halftime show was horrible. You would have loved it.” I laughed so hard that I decided to catch it — and he’s right. I loved it. Put a bunch of people in glow-in-the-dark unitards, and you’ve got me hooked.