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06 February 2005 - 23:42

superbowl sunday

I'll bet we watched less than ten minutes of the SuperBowl. That's nothing new, we normally don't watch it at all. Especially hard when you don't really care who wins.

Since I have distant relatives from the Philadelphia country (really distant, as pre-Revolutionary War), and they hadn't won recently, I felt obliged to root for the Eagles.

But truth be told, whenever the Patriots played well, I cheered.

In that mixed span of ten minutes, we managed to see most of the scoring plays. Probably the best way to watch any football game.

Also sat around for a bunch of the Superbowl commercials. In fact, when channel surfing from Monk back to the game, we were more likely to stay if there were commercials on, rather than football.

Our assessment of the commercials we saw?

Disappointing. To the max.

Remember laughing at one (the donkey dressed as a Clydesdale), but that was it. The folks on Madison Avenue, or wherever commercials are produced these days, need to get their heads out of their you-know-whats. Their sponsors paid obscene amounts of money for ads that were inane, dumb, stupid, boring, and most important of all, forgetable.

I miss the Budweiser frogs.

Now, Paul McCartney was great. Caught his entire halftime show. I suspect there were more than a few people there who figured they paid top dollar for tickets to a McCartney concert. And, oh yeah, there was football to watch, too.

You see his face, and those of his band?

They were in that show.

Must have been incredible, to be in that stadium when the fireworks went off with the music.

And yeah, we were singing along on Hey, Jude.

As a side note, regarding his band, I asked the wife... what must it be like to play in front of hundreds of millions of people, and yet probably only a few dozen know your name?

Or is it enough that you get to play with Paul?

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