The show of shows
At some point, it was decided that there would be an unofficial national holiday. The purpose, to distract the people of the world with a really big show, and sell lots of high calorie foods and simply take a break from winter (in the Northern hemisphere, but the south could join in, quietly). And for those who pretend to watch sports, but only once a year, there would be a football game, because… well, because.
Let’s face it. The Superbowl Halftime Show is the real moment that we tune in for. It’s all about the music. And the pyrotechnics. Two teams in armor and available for sale replica jerseys, that’s part of t. he package. Today, Coldplay did its level best to offer an up-tempo introduction to the real duel: Beyoncé vs Bruno Mars (the child of an odd crossup between Michael and MC Hammer).
My eyes were fixed on the dance floor. Memories of GJ’s and Tradewinds, brought forward to the present. After all, we danced on coloured lights, too. Oh, and the drum set… I didn’t know they made stuff in Supersize, but it is for the Superbowl, so it makes sense, in a way.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the game. How do they get so many stats into the hands of the commentator, all the time? Rare information. How many times did a particular pair of players end up on the field at the same time since their days back in college? We now know. The computer overlay of the field shows that Tron was just a precursor. All in all, a day-to-evening-to-night spectacle. It really doesn’t matter who wins.
And for those behind the advertising firewall (here in Canada), we’ll get sold, tomorrow, via YouTube. The difference is that we can pause and go to the restroom without fear of missing anything.
