I dunno, maybe it’s because I was getting the kids to bed and doing laundry and I’m just not feeling my best today… or maybe it’s because I’m just getting old and jaded (shaddup)… but this year’s Superbowl was perhaps the lamest in recent memory. For me. If it was a great game for you, well then, um, great. I’m happy for you.
It’s only fair to point out, I suppose, that I don’t care at all about either the Steelers or the Seahawks. Chickadee stated emphatically that she was cheering for the Seagulls and I assured her that that was as prudent a course as any. (Later I did correct her, but really I think the Seagulls is a great name for a a football team.) So the teams didn’t move me. The actual gameplay wasn’t very exciting. The commercials were dumb. The halftime show FRIGHTENED me.
[Note to Mick Jagger: Enough, already. Also, consider some aerobics or something to build up your pulmonary endurance. Or a nebulizer you can take onstage with you.]
I think the commercial that annoyed me the most was the one about how we’re all united by the Superbowl itself. That all Americans are watching it today, whether for the game or just for the commercials, and what could be more American, and blah blah blah I dunno, I stopped listening.
And yet, I WAS watching, even though I was not particularly impressed, out of reflex, if nothing else. Because I’m American? Or because I’m stupid? I mean, I just don’t know that an entire commercial about how our nation’s love of the Superbowl binds us all together is really the very best depiction of Americans. Just because it’s something many of us do doesn’t make it something admirable.
Do we make commercials about the greatness that is people steering their cars with their knees while they talk on cellphones and scarf down cheeseburgers?
Do we make commercials about solidarity through working 80 hours a week, accumulating a lot of STUFF, and becoming strangers to our kids?
Do we make commercials praising how we’re all one big family and we know that because we shop at WalMart and pick things up in one aisle and decide we don’t want them and hide them on the endcaps of other aisles?
Wooo, we’re Americans. Yay us! Also, we make beer commercials!
Oh well. Maybe next year’s Superbowl will be slightly more… super.