So here I am, it's League time baby, crackin out my classic ass lane, Road Hog support

I'm walking in the enemy jg lvl one, lookin to snag me a block of provolone, when all of the bloody sudden, 10 tons of tenuous TNT take my tush topside, and one shot me. Now, I know, I know, I KNOW what you're thinkin, I'm good like that, "But Mike, can you feel the sunshine, does it brighten up your day? Don't you feel that sometimes, you just need to run away?" That's a matter of whether I was playing hacky sack at sunrise or runnin it down mid at Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh noon. What I don't understand, is when I'm tryina suck a zebra's dyuck, suckin down lemonade, is where is the best place to ward. So what I'm tryin to get at here, is when does the superbowl start? I'm routing for the Detroit Seabears this time around, so I wanna make sure it's not during my Sunday tea time.