Tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday; and we’ve invited another couple over to watch with us. But I’m not sure we’re watching the game as much as we’re watching the commercials. Unless your hometown team is in the play-off, it isn’t much fun. And our hometown team isn’t anywhere near the stadium in Indianapolis.
I understand some of the commercial air time went for millions of dollars. Probably promoting pizza or fast-delivery sandwiches or tax savings if you use H&R Block. Of course, I bet the Clydesdale horses make a showing too. Beer is always a safe bet. And a sentimental one where the horses are concerned.
Then there’s half-time, which – this year – features Madonna. Hmmm. That woman is in her fifties and continually re-inventing herself. I admire her for that, but I only hope she doesn’t have a costume malfunction. I also hope I can understand the lyrics to her songs.
The Super Bowl has become a week-long hype to the point where the actual game itself is almost anti-climactic to anyone other than the players on the field. Maybe that’s why the commercials are beginning to take center stage. I for one will watch both, but I’m willing to bet the commercials will be more entertaining. And we won’t have to live with instant replay.
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