Tucked amid the Stupor Bowl teevee commercials for naked chocolate candies, cheesy salt chips, war pornography, and the latest domestic water-beers was this one featuring old Clint Eastwood, the next Bat-Man, scouring stadium catacombs for the The Joker or maybe the Taco Bell.
Karl would have liked it, and approved of it if they could get Clint to say, "Get your stinking hands off me you damn dirty liberal"