Last year a guy took his Blonde girlfriend to the Superbowl.

They had great seats right behind their team’s bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked it. “Oh, I really liked it,” she replied, “especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn’t understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.” Dumbfounded, her boyfriend asked, “What do you mean?” “Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it, then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was…’Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’ I’m like…Helloooooo? It’s only 25 cents!”