There are few things in this world more captivating than Avatar’s Pandora but one that stands alone definitely has to be the Super Bowl experience.
It’s much more than just the game. This football finale beautifully illustrates American culture providing a snapshot of life as it should always be.
Whether all for one team or a house divided the Super Bowl brings families together. It’s Fourth of July meets Thanksgiving. And you’ve got to believe Santa is up at the North Pole watching it too.
Nothing says America like downing a sizzling double patty or a monstrous Hebrew National smothered in ketchup and mustard feet up on the coffee table watching Steve Young win another ring.
The Super Bowl is the only day of the year the wife and kids aren’t whining about watching a football game. It’s the only day of the year most men are willing to cook— yes grilling counts. It’s the only day of the year people actually look forward to the commercials. For many Super Bowl fanatics the commercials are the game. What was that? Oh TiVo just puked.
Think about it people. The Super Bowl is a one-of-a-kind event— an athletic contest of Olympian proportions. It’s such a big deal there’s a pre-game show for the pre-game show.
On Sunday you could tell by the coin toss that the 44th edition would be a big-time game. There were more cameras at midfield than Kim Kardashian’s birthday bikini bash. Over-hyped? Maybe a little.
This year’s game was not quite the best but surely not the worst Super Bowl I’ve ever seen. We witnessed two great franchises battle it out and a few records were even set. Indianapolis quarterback Peyton Manning and New Orleans’ iconic hero and game MVP Drew Brees combined to throw the most completed passes in Super Bowl history.
Turns out more than 106 million sets of eyeballs got to see it making it the most watched television program ever. That’s great news for advertisers. Commercial prices for the first time in television history reached $3 million for a 30-second spot airing inside the game. Three. Million. Dollars. Maybe that explains why the funniness factor was down a notch or two this year. No money was left for production.
Nevertheless viewers came away with two important rules this year: No. 1— Keep your hands off the little kid’s mama; No. 2— Keep your hands off the little kid’s Doritos.
Following a stellar performance by country megastar Carrie Underwood to kick off the Super Bowl I was quite surprised at the odd choice of halftime entertainment— The Who. More like the who-the-heck-are-these-guys. Kind of makes you wonder what the Super Bowl committee was thinking. I’d love to have been a fly on the wall in that meeting.
“Hey guys I’ve got a great idea. For the highest-profile most-watched sporting event in the United States let’s have a British rock band who was popular 20 years ago headline the halftime show.”
Lead singer Roger Daltrey and his crew were so bizarre they even had Colts fans saying “Who Dat?”
Halfway through “Baba O’Reily Daltrey broke out the harmonica and all of hillbilly nation cheered. The halftime show looked like an extended commercial for AARP. These guys are way too old to still be doing this. At least the light show and stage were pretty cool.
ting a team from New Orleans, the Saints put on a light show of their own. Three minutes left in the biggest game of his life, New Orleans cornerback and Saint of Miracles, Tracy Porter picked off Manning’s third-and-five pass and returned it 74 yards for a touchdown, sealing the victory in Super Bowl XLIV, 31-17.
I have to give a congratulatory handshake to the Black and Gold for bringing home a big win to the Big Easy.
Bourbon Street, once flooded out for months, will be going berserk for years to come. Looks like Lombardi Gras” may never end.
The Saints magical journey to the top sounds like a remarkable Underdog to Wonderdog story to me and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy than the comical down-to-earth Brees.
As he strolled through the tunnel smiling ear-to-ear with an MVP trophy tucked under one arm and the Lombardi hoisted to the sky with the other you can only imagine the three words going through his head.
“Take that Katrina.”
Five years of misery $96 billion in damages and nearly 1900 deaths were caused by the horrific storm. Yet in the wake of all that has happened Who Dat Nation never gave up on their team. It’s as American a concept as the Super Bowl.
Before Sunday forty-nine states were wondering who these guys were. But Louisiana always knew. And now so does America.
The Saints…Dat’s Who