I watched the Super Bowl because I wanted New Orleans to win. My spouse even got to watch it with me and we had a Super Bowl party for two. It was a great game and New Orleans won. I wanted them to win because they were sort of the underdog and New Orleans deserved a boost after Katrina. I guess the city has now come back to life with the win.
The game was exciting and the commercials were terrific. A commercial cost a company 2.5 million for 30 seconds, so that means Budweiser and Doritos have to sell a lot of their stuff to pay for the airtime. There were other commercials but Bud and Doritos win in my book. Those commercials with babies talking like adults are funny but I have great difficulty hearing what they say.
In general, I don’t care for the gorilla, thug millionaire football players but Drew Brees, the quarterback for the Saints, seems to be a class act. Payton Manning for the Colts is also great and I sort of felt sorry for him when he threw the interception and the Saints scored and virtually sewed up the win. The other play of the game was the onside kick at the beginning of the second half that totally surprised the Colts and turned the tide of the game to New Orleans.
The low point of the Super Bowl was the half-time show with The Who. This is a rock group that started in the sixties and have been known for the destruction of their instruments on stage. In this performance, I wish they would have self-destructed They are now just old men, like me, and had no business out there with all the lights and fireworks. Their show was nothing but lights, smoke and noise. Peter Townshend, the guitar player, is definitely going to dislocate his shoulder if he continues with his wild gyrations. Anyway, they were bad, bad, bad. They need to go back to Who-ville or wherever they came from and check into a nursing home for old rock-stars. So far, Janet Jackson’s breast has been the best halftime show in years.
We can now all relax; football season is over. For the sports fans, the Winter Olympics is now on stage, followed by March Madness. As for me, I will watch very little of either. I am just as content to watch the deer romp in my back yard from my box seat on the porch.