"Dad is that Kurt Warner or Larry Fitzgerald?"

“Warner back to pass. He launches one to Fitzgerald. What a catch! To the 50…40…30…ooh harder, faster, harder faster, yeah that’s it baby….ooooh give it to me good.”

And so was the unfortunate Super Bowl play-by-play for a handful of viewers in Arizona. You see, just as their beloved Cardinals were mounting a comeback, the game was unexpectedly interrupted by some actual mounting. XXX style.

Yes, a little porn break was thrust upon them (so to speak).

The clip itself  lasted only 30 seconds. But certainly the conversations between dads and Cardinal-clad children endured considerably longer. In fact, given what the youngsters were exposed to,  the ’splainin’ may still be going on.

“Daddy, why was the lady kissing the man there? Did he have a boo boo?” “Now tell me again, daddy, why the man was moaning like he was hurt, but was actually happy.” “Is doing that with your thingy a 10 yard or a 15 yard penalty?”

In short, the pornommercial was a game stopper. A TV-turner-offer. A spend-the-rest-of-the-night-tap-dancing-around-the-questions sort of thing. Sucky for any fan of any team who’s in the Big Game. But when your team is in the championship once every half a century or so, it’s sucky to the XLIII power.

So to all the Arizona fans who witnessed a Cardinal loss and several dozen cardinal sins, it sucks to be you.