I'm hardly the greatest football fan there ever was, but I do enjoy a good game, and last night's game was easily a good game. A Great Game.
Commercials? A telephone sex Verizon commercial that missed badly, and really should have only been shown if the game went past 11 o'clock.
Then there was the Lunber84.com commercial about getting across the wall. Only, the wall wasn't there. Fox wouldn't let the full commercial run. It is of course out there on the web for all to see.
Lumber84's website crashed because everyone was trying to find out more about them. Turns out they are an American building supply company, the largest privately held supplier to professional builders. As expected, there is controversy from those whose reaction is that illegal immigration is being encouraged, and would benefit Lumber 84. You do have to wonder about any commercial that ends with a a message that it "will be continued." Given short attention spans, it seems strange to offer a commercial that is its own mini-series.
Outside of that, there was nothing that seemed worth remembering as "iconic." Perhaps Melissa McCarthy trying to save the environment in a wide variety of fashions might enter some sort of advertising Hall of Fame.
I even watched the halftime show...with the sound on. The music was not anything I'm going to download, but the logistics and energy to pull off that show were astounding. At the outset I started to think we are now going to have a new version of Peter Pan, with Lady Gaga being suspended by visible cables, unlike the thin wires that floated Mary Martin across a Broadway stage.
This show looked dangerous. Miss the mark and the fall might kill you. The fireworks looked like the shelling of Fort Sumter. It is hard to believe that not all that long ago Mary Chapin Carpenter and her band were the halftime show and the top song was the Cajun-flavored 'Down at the Twist and Shout', perfect for the New Orleans Super Bowl setting.
But it's the game, the game, the game, and this one was a doozie. From my years and years of watching horse racing and backing my selections with modest sums, I've come to learn to gravitate toward the winners when trying to make a pick. Proven track record sort of thing, from either the horse, the jockey, the trainer, or all three. .And who better than Tom Brady and Bill Belichick to personify winners?
Coach Bill wasn't even in his gray sweet hoodie. He almost looked like he was in formal attire. Playing indoors in a temperate climate I'm sure had something to do with his wardrobe selection. He actually looked like someone you would buzz through a locked jewelry store door. Especially when he smiled.
The owner of the Falcons and his wife looked stranded on the sidelines, having come down from their viewing box waaaaay too early, anticipating victory. Arthur Blank and his wife looked like a pair of polar bears marooned on a piece of ice with nowhere to go. They couldn't swim back up to their box. but had to instead slink away like they were never there. Almost sad. Glad they stopped showing them on camera.
The two-point conversion for The Patriots with the direct snap was pure play calling. Atlanta was out-coached, plain and simple, and their defense was left gasping for air. It's a 60 minute game, that sometimes needs a little more time to decide a winner. Winning the coin toss for the overtime period didn't hurt The Patriots either.
Usually it would be the Giants in the Super Bowl that would get my complete attention. But last night's game held mine, not just for the come-from-behind excitement and overtime, but perhaps because I do have to figure I'm not going to be around for Super Bowl C.
So, with the 51st Super Bowl we've crossed the mid-century mark. How high will I see the numbers go?
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