Thank you, little piggy, for giving up what I'm sure was a pretty sweet life. (I'm assuming your farm was not a factory farm.) You got to root around in the mud, play with other little piggies, and eat lots of yummy slop.

Then one day, you were slaughtered. You were turned into all sorts of things, but most importantly to me right now, you became ribs. And for that, I most sincerely thank you and offer up my digestive tract to you. You were delicious with a spinach salad, a Widmer Hefe, and pineapples.

You couldn't mitigate the fact that the Superbowl Halftime Show featured Tom Petty wearing a pelt on his chin, but the powers of pork can only go so far.