Like a good portion of America, I spent yesterday watching the Super Bowl. Now that it is over, I can come out of the closet and admit I did not root for the San Francisco Forty-Niners. I know that it is very un-Californian of me, but that's just how it is. And I'm not alone in the mass of rabid fans. The opposite of shouting in a phone text (using all capital letters) is whispering--lower case only--and a couple of family members who shall remain nameless for their own protection and I were texting back and forth, celebrating Raven victories. Kaepernick got a real "deer-in-the-headlights" look during the first half, but there's no denying he's got an arm like a howitzer, and the Forty-Niners came back strong after that weird lights-out delay. Flacco earned the MVP award, hands down.
After all the publicity surrounding football injuries lately, I was surprised to see how many times helmets flew off heads during tackles. Do the players not fasten the chin straps or is a new design required? Camera coverage of the game was the best I've ever seen, making it very easy to follow the plays. Is it the producer who chooses angles and replays? Excellent job, whoever was in charge of that. The announcers were, I was happy to see, bipartisan.
I thought the much-touted Super Bowl ads were, for the most part, lackluster. Budweiser should stick with the Clydesdales, and Go-Daddy needs a new set of writers completely. Doritos finally dropped the "it's funny to watch someone get hurt" image and put out some pretty good stuff. (Of course I loved the goat ad!) Dodge is to be commended for the homage to farmers with Paul Harvey's voice over. That's the ad that will stay with me.
The finish of the game was as close as anyone could wish for, and I scared the dog a couple of times as I was yelling either "Go!" or "Nooo!" I became independently wealthy with my nickle bet and, as Dave told me, I can now officially retire. There was no joy in Mudville, er, San Francisco, but it was a good day, in my opinion.