The Super Bowl XLV halftime show was an embarrassing disaster on par with pooping your pants at a job interview, except the person doing the interviewing was the entire world. Think about it. The Black Eyed Peas were so much worse than we'd assumed they'd be, from the amazing sound mixing problems to Fergie's Rage Against The Machining. (I actually thought she could sing for real? Guess not.)
Poor Usher, who before last night most of us probably weren't all that mad at, somehow got involved, perhaps due to losing a bet against ge.Or.gEjen,Kins (that's the name of one of those guys, right?) or something. Here's video of the whole hot car fart of a halftime show, in case you're convinced you were just drunk last night and it couldn't have possibly been that great:
You were indeed drunk, my friend, if you're one of the surprising many who enjoyed that. Usher didn't make Atlanta look all that bad, but he did get the city involved, and that's bad enough. Still, watching that with like-minded haters was much more fun than watching the greatest Tom Petty performance of all time, so we'll take it.