The game is over; I’m weary and heading to bed. But before I hit the pillow, here is my assessment of tonight’s game. Tomorrow you’ll get everyone else’s.
I had no real investment in who won. Both teams had excellent quarterbacks; both teams had won before. I would have been more invested if Detroit and Baltimore were playing.
I had no real investment in the commercials either, although I read that a 30-second spot cost $7 million. That seems like an excessive amount to spend for being ganged with a bunch of other $7 million thirty seconds for a three to five minute barrage of commercials. Nothing stands out in that situation.
As for the halftime show, I didn’t watch it attentively. Instead, I fixed our snacks and occasionally saw Usher dancing and skating. It reminded me of the openings to various Olympic games, where it seems important to have an many people on the field for the grand number. It’s not a performer’s moment; it’s a group spectacle.
Some people wondered if Taylor Swift would swoop down into Usher’s halftime world. That didn’t happen; nor did a proposal from Travis to Taylor happen either. Thank goodness.
As for my snacks, the hot wings took the trophy while the ribs were second, and the Frito pie was a disappointing third. The focaccia bread and blue cheese hadn’t applied for trophy status, but they were both solid.
By the way, the actual name given to the first Super Bowl in 1967 was the “AFL-NFL World Championship Series. I’m not sure how it could have been a World Series when most of the world doesn’t play football, but I have this issue with baseball’s playoffs too.
I think it’s time to retire.
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