I missed my 46th consecutive Super Bowl last night. For one thing, I’m not a fan of the sport (I’m a baseball and hockey guy). For another, I’m a contrarian by nature, so I tend to avoid most things that I’m told I absolutely have to do. And, finally, I have trouble with an event that takes itself seriously enough to call itself Super Bowl XLVI instead of Super Bowl 46. I used to make that point back when I was a TV weatherman by showing the predicted temperature for the big game in Roman numerals.
By all accounts, it was a good game, and I’m told my pal, Al Michaels, did his usual stellar job in the announcer’s booth. Apparently there were lots of new commercials that weren’t as funny as they were supposed to be. (I’m not sure what to make of a sporting event about which the overwhelming bulk of the conversation the following day involves the commercials and the halftime show.) Speaking of that, Madonna wore flashy costumes and left the obscene gestures to others.
Oh, and the team from New York won.
I hope this summary was helpful.