So Sad
As has been noted by the estimable and esteemed (I can speak for Pugs of War in that regard) Joe Sherlock, Roger Daltrey can no longer sing. I knew when "The Who" was being advertised as the halftime entertainment this was not going to be good. And it's not. We're only a few minutes into the show and Roger practically has to contract his entire body into spasm to get the lyrics out. And Pete, whom I love dearly, is playing well - yeah, the windmilling chords, couldn't love that any more than I do. But his singing is too cutesy. Unbecoming of the world's real greatest rock 'n' roll band.
Anyway, "The Who" no longer exists. The passing of the greatest rock drummer EVAR and one of the unsung musical geniuses of rock music in the Ox (listen to the horns in "Tommy" if you care to dispute this) left the two remaining members a shadow of greatness with the exception that Townshend's solo work is brilliant ("All the Best Cowboys Have Chinese Eyes," "White City," "Empty Glass" and "Rough Mix" with the late Ronnie Lane are all nothing short of superb).
This halftime show leaves me sad. Oh and mad at that effing stupid "remix" of "My Generation" by the libtard in the Black Eyed Peas. Screw you pal. Make your own damn music and stop skull effing the work of your betters.
ADDENDUM: I think I get it now. "Who dat" nation, Who's yer state (read phonetically please) and The Who. It's a theme.
UPDATE: I have the pleasure of adding the words actual of Joe Sherlock (with permission) on the halftime show:

Halftime Show: Awful - The Who should return to whatever Senior Care Villa they call home. Roger Daltrey sounded like a drunk geezer in a karaoke bar and Pete Townshend looked 80, even though he's two years younger than me. (Note to Pete: Wearing Elvis Costello's hat didn't make you look younger; it made you look like Uncle Junior from The Sopranos.)

Get off the stage.

In short - what he said.