They’re only down by twelve
Another year, and another “big game” has ended. Superbowl XLI, which means that this has been going on since I was in junior high school. Like most people up here, I don’t watch a lot of pro football, but who can avoid a show like this. If only we had the ads to go along.
With no loyalty to either the Colts or the Bears, I was in for a quiet evening. Pity those who paid “an average of $554O” according to the Miami Herald early last week. Under a pouring rain, even the camera feed got blurry from time to time, although the electronic scrimmage lines remained evident throughout the match. I still find that feature to be a rather cool use of technology.
The game was all about the errors and penalties that were assessed. From the opening runback (full-field touchdown runs are so showy), through the camera tests to see exactly when the left foot stopped touching the ground, to the missed snap for a kick; all good TV. The only sour note was the unbridled optimism of the sportscaster, with his input about six minutes before the end of the game that “they’re only down by twelve”.
The halftime show went without any wardrobe malfunction; Prince doesn’t boob things up like that. The twin dancers were also so much a part of an artist who changes his name from there to back again. Marching bands with glowstrips. Rain, rain, rain. My seat was much drier than those in the stands.
Tomorrow, the ads should be available for download, so I’ll get a look at the best part of the show anyway. And maybe the Packers will be back next time around.
