No, I didn’t actually know that Super Bowl 44 = Super Bowl XLIV. I had to look that up. My grasp of Roman numerals isn’t very firm, but then again, I learned them in elementary school. If it was really that important, I would have received a refresher between then and now.
I missed the pre-game show… on purpose. Hey, minus the commercials, the time outs, the re-plays, and the commentary, the game of football lasts one hour (4 15-minute quarters). It’s bad enough I’m watching to whole 4-hour Super Bowl bonanza, I’m not going to abide by the 100-hour pre-game show.
I turned on the television in time for Queen Latifah’s soulful rendition of “America the Beautiful,” which was infinitely better than Carrie Underwood’s strained rendition of the national anthem. I’m gonna honor America by pushing the boundary of my lung capacity!
Lots of advertisements for movies that come out in the summer. Yeah, I’ll put it on my calendar.
I love watching NBA players hawk McDonalds. Such blatant hypocrisy — as if eating that crap will foster the ability to elegantly dunk basketballs — surely only accentuates the importance of proper fuel for athletic performance.
In the Super Bowl, the pre-game coin toss is billed as the “Coin Toss Ceremony.” With a special coin! The Saints call heads and win the toss. The NFC has won the coin toss for 13 straight years, which is as statistically improbable as Peyton Manning deciding to run the ball himself.
Nearing the end of the first quarter… the Saints look weak. The Colts look strong. The Saints are beginning to look like that the ain’ts.
Monster’s commercial featured… a fiddle-playing beaver.
I have no idea what GoDaddy.com does for a living, but their sexy commercial with lesbian overtones totally compels me to find out.
“‘The Who’ will rock the Super Bowl Bridgestone Half Time show,” says the teaser advertisements during the first half. I can hear kids across America asking, “The who?”
After a devastating Drew Brees sack, the Saints eeked out a field goal and got on the board, making the score 10-3. And then… the Saints go for it on 4th down and get stopped one yard away from the end zone. “This game sucks,” Mr. P declared angrily, storming into the kitchen to see to his Super Bowl Stew.
Whoever is in charge of Budweiser’s ad campaign should be reassigned to QVC, because they show an aptitude for selling crap to dumb people.
I liked the CareerBuilder commercial about “casual Fridays,” where casual=underwear. I like it because it makes me imagine all my co-workers coming to work in their underwear. Which would be hilarious.
Dove soap for men? What next, Old Spice for women?
I was disappointed by the Doritos Half Time Report. I was expecting the cadre of football experts to be, you know, eating Doritos in between all of the yak, yak, yak.
What can I say about The Who half-time show? I mean, damn, they’re pretty old to be rocking and rolling and singing about wasted teenagers. Maybe if we blind the audience with excessive flashing lights, they won’t notice we’re 65 years old. And while I do like all of the songs they played, I just don’t like watching any performance when I suspect that the band’s clothes were chosen by a multi-generational panel. But whatever. My father just turned 67 and he digs out neighbor’s driveways from epic snowstorms in his spare time.
The onside kick by the Saints at the start of the 3rd quarter was pretty brilliant. I loved the ensuing chaos on the field, and couldn’t believe that the players didn’t start brawling and punching in frustration. What restraint!
My attention during the 3rd quarter was totally decimated by dinner — Mr. P’s Super Bowl Stew, which is lamb and veal bits slow-cooked in a Le Cruset along with olives, dried prunes, Parmesan rinds, onions, broth, and olives — and the subsequent sips of post-dinner wine distracted me completely. Before I knew it, it was the 4th quarter and the Colts were leading 17-16. Is it just me, or do the commercials lag around then? Is America too busy digging into the Papa Johns and Budweiser that they were enticed into buying during the 1st quarter?
It turned out being a decent football game. When the Saints pulled ahead 24-17 with their touchdown/2-point conversion, and the prospect of a Super Bowl overtime became very real, I was still convinced the Saints would lose it. But then… the Manning pick. The Saints pulled ahead 31-17… where they stayed, the victors.
Loved the Audi TDI commercial, with the Eco Green police. Almost as sweet as watching Peyton Manning trot off the field in total defeat. Thank you, Saints.
