I understand why people don't care about sports, I really do. There are lots of particular sports I don't care much about myself. What I don't get is this antipathy towards the things that others happen to enjoy. The Super Bowl, which had the highest ratings ever of any US TV show, apparently dethroning the M*A*S*H finale of 1983, is such an example. Don't want to watch it? Fine. But there's no reason to suck the joy out of other people's pleasure.
I was rooting for the New Orleans Saints, and even predicted that they'd win. Some are puzzled about how important the Saints' victory would be for the city of New Orleans. One pundit sniffed that if the victory would help New Orleans get over Hurricane Katrina, wouldn't a Jets victory have done the same for New York City after 9/11? Well, no.
Anyone watching the aftermath of the August 2005 devastation will recall that the Superdome, home of the Saints, was at the epicenter of the disaster. Thousands of people lived there for days. The roof collapsed. The team ended up playing its home games elsewhere for a time, including San Antonio, Texas. The refurbishing of the Superdome and the win by the Saints, who had never even GOTTEN to a Super Bowl, let alone won one, was a fitting climax for both the team and the city that embraced each other in a most profound manner.
Of course, the real reason for watching the Super Bowl: the commercials, which you can see here or here. My favorite was the Betty White/Abe Vigoda Snickers commercial. While Betty White has been a regular working actress (the movie The Proposal and the TV show Boston Legal, e.g.), now at the age of 88, there's been a running gag whether Abe Vigoda, a star on Barney Miller, was even still alive. I also liked the Dave Letterman ad; yes, late night TV rivals Letterman and Jay Leno were actually in the same room at the same time; see this. I liked the Simpsons ad for Coca-Cola; reminds me of an ad with MC Hammer losing all his bling AND the ad with Mean Joe Greene being offered a Coke. I enjoyed the Google ad. I've long admitted my thing about chickens, so a couple of Denny's ads - for a promotion that's now over - stick in my head.
Whereas I've long tired of the E*Trade babies. Even the sweet Clydesdale commercial for Budweiser has become predictable. I can't imagine wanting to see ANY of the movies advertised. The commercials Casual Friday and I Wear No Pants were so close to each other, I thought they were for the same product; they weren't. The Tim Tebow ad, with his mother, the reportedly anti-abortion message from Focus on the Family, was mostly, "Is that all there is?" And, most unfortunately, I thought the Census ad was an ineffective use of taxpayer money.
As for the music, Queen Latifah's America the Beautiful was a bit wobbly and flat in the beginning, but Carrie Underwood's a capella rendition of The Star Spangled Banner was OK, but the last note was painful. I love the band, The Who's halftime show seemed off. The harmonies didn't work, and the medley segues were clunky. But the drummer Zak Starkey (Ringo Starr's son) was energetic, and they finished strong with Won't Get Fooled Again.
Meanwhile, it's been cold in Albany, but all the snow that has been hitting the Delmarva peninsula, Philadelphia (32.3 inches in 2010) and up the coast, repeatedly this winter, has so far missed Albany. Likewise, whatever snow off the Great Lakes may have affected Buffalo, Rochester, and Syracuse, but Albany has been so far immune. Baltimore has been hammered; 41 inches this calendar year through February 8, more than Buffalo (36.1). All my NYC friends have made snarky remarks about Albany winters, but Albany has had only 8.3 inches of snow since January 1, the most 2.4 inches on January 3.
ANOTHER storm's coming up the coast yesterday and today. Again the mid-Atlantic will get pummeled. What Albany gets will depend on the track of the storm, from an inch or two to six or eight. And it'll still pale in comparison with what NYC's going to suffer today; expect massive airline delays and cancellations.
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