Not everyone gets to sing at halftime

A pair of energetic rappers had the unenviable task of working the 10:30 a.m. shift at Tampa International Airport, urging a curious but mostly indifferent crowd of incoming football fans to "Get this party started!"

They didn't. 

"It's time to Par-tee!" they urged.

It wasn't.

The duo, who by this time must have been making mental notes to fire their agent, might best be described as the hip-hop version of Richard Simmons squared. They kept bouncing and urging but the small crowd that formed wasn't much more vocal than Marcel Marceau. I left just after they commanded, "I want all Steelers fans to report to the dance floor RIGHT NOW!"

No takers. At 10:30 p.m., they might have had a shot.