The Super Bowl MVP is gay, that fact was hammered in when Fetus Head was handed the award while standing on a pedestal high above his unworthy teammates. So while Peyton was preening, Dominic Rhodes was doing his bit for Disney, and Tony Dungy was expressing his man-love for Jesus (which may or may not be a pet name for Peyton) we started thinking about who really put on the best performance of the night.

When it came down to it there was only one real option, this is a guy who battled back from a devastating hip surgery, played his ass off in the pouring rain, and entertained millions of people with his gloriously innapropriate shadow puppets (he’s been searching for a perfectly matching pussy since puberty).

Ladies and gentlemen your Super Bowl Meast of the Week is Prince.

Now I have to start planning next week’s Pro Bowl party.