Let me say up front that in my opinion the best part of Super Bowl Sunday was THE GAME!
When this day rolls around each year I seldom get involved unless (1) I have guests, (2) a team I like is playing, (3) I’m invited to a party.
And then I watch … until/ unless someone I don’t want to win is winning, or it’s a blow-out, even if my team is the blower. In either of those events I just might leave and rent a movie.
That’s what I planned to do last Sunday. These two teams are a little too far north for me to be very interested in them one way or another. There are perfectly good NFL teams in the south for me to follow.
But I’ll admit I was hooked by the hype and actually felt a little sorry for the Eagles. Everyone seemed to be declaring them losers before the game even started. So I decided to view the opening activities, maybe stick around until the first score, then mosey on about my business.
And what do you know, the Eagles scored first. Only 3 points, but still.
I decided to stay a bit longer and ended up seeing the whole game. Can’t remember the last time I stuck it out for the long haul.
I have seen many critiques of different aspects of Sunday’s event but as I said the most interesting was the GAME. It moved quickly with very few reviews, (#ruiningcollegefootball). I muted the announcers so I can’t speak to how inane their comments might have been.
One of the NBC camera persons seemed enamored of Tom Brady. After every play or significant event, we were treated to a glance at Brady, even if only the back of his head.
The commercials were well placed and long enough for me to get to the bathroom to wash my hands or to the kitchen for something to eat. I can’t evaluate the content or entertainment value because I didn’t watch them closely enough to see if the lengthy scenario would eventually advertise soap, a truck, or a bottle of beer.
I also can’t score the half-time show. I heard it (no matter where I went in the house) and other than being aware they were repeating the same phrase, I could not decipher what it was. They might win an award for mumbling the most redundancies within a certain time period.
I think it’s safe to say that half-time show was not directed at my demographic.
I love to see the underdog win. I am pleased when the pundits are mistaken. I savor the moment right along with the loyal fans who have supported their team through thick and thin.
Long story short, I enjoyed Super Bowl LII.
Believe it or not, one of the quiz bowl questions was based on the half-time routine by Justin Timberlake. Since I watched some of it, I knew the answer.
The question was, “What deceased musical artist was honored during Justin’s half-time routine during the Superbowl this year?”
One of the kids said, “Michael Jackson.” And the other team failed to chime in.
I was yelling in my head, “Prince, Prince!!!”