Who's the Boss?

OK...it's been two days now and I've had some time to think about exactly what I witnessed on Sunday night and to determine whether in fact my halftime cringe was merited. I believe it was. I keep having the same dream...Patty Scialfa tossing and turning all night until finally she says, "Honey, what were you thinking?...Put down the chicken wings? It's Boss time? I'm going to Disneyland? And baby, what were you trying to prove sliding across the stage on your knees like you're 25 again...or windmilling like a cheap Townshend copy and slinging your guitar like you just learned how to hoola-hoop...I know you've still got it! Your fans know you've still got it! You don't have to prove it all night or any night. You're Bruce Born to Run Springsteen and you've proved it all already. Darlin, I know you're anxious about turning 60 but you and Stevie looked like cartoon characters of yourselves tonight. Next time I hope you let your fans know who the REAL Boss is. (she rolls over) Goodnight, baby."