Ugh. “Good” morning is such a presumptuous phrase, isn’t it? Like, who are YOU to tell ME that this morning is good? I think we should be allowed to greet people honestly from now on. Like this morning at Starbucks, I should have walked up in my sunglasses and oversized sweatshirt and the barista should have said, “miserable, brain-throbbing, stomach-lurching morning, what can I get started for you?”

Well, chug a latte and slam some water and pop some ibuprofen, cause it’s back to the work week. We’ll be back in a few with your Super Bowl XLVII recap, but first let’s get our blood pumping, shall we?

Taio, will you do us the honors? (Except please, not too loud.)