SHE'S HOLDS IT... HOLDS IT.... HOOOOOLDS IT!!

Forget the last 2 minutes of the Super Bowl. The most exciting 2 minutes was in the very beginning, before the game even started. I don't know if it says more about the entrepreneurial spirit of this country, or the depths of our gambling depravity, but I was watching the game with guys who had a bet on How Long the National Anthem would go with the over/under at 1:43.

M: We start the clock when she sings the first note.
Jordin: Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light-
R: Slow down, plenty of song left.
M: Hurry up, hurry up.
Jordin: What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whoooose broad stripes and bright stars, though the perilous fight-
M: Still has over a minute. No reason to milk those lines though.
R: Stretch them out. You've got to stretch them out.
Jordin: O'er the raaaaaaamparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets red glaaaaaare-
M: Hurry up.
Jordin: The bombs buuursting in aaaaaaiiirrr-
M: She's gonna make it.
R: She's not going to make it.
Jordin: Gave prooof through the niiiight that our flag was still there-
M: She's gonna make it! Oh, she's going to make it! Hurry up!
R: She's not going to make it. She's only got 20 seconds left.
Jordin: Ooooo say, does that staaaaar spangled baaaaaaaner yet waaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-ve
M: HURRY UP!!!
R: Ten seconds!
Jordin: Oooooooo'er the land of the free-eeee-eeee
M: SING DARN YOU, SING!!!
Jordin: And the hoooooome oooooooof theeeeeee-
R: Time!
Jordin: Braaaaaaaave!
M: *multiple profanities directed at Ms. Sparks, American Idol, and Francis Scott Key*
R: *money counting sounds*

Poor clock management. It'll get you every time.