Like millions of other Americans and a few Europeans still confused about the name of game, I watched Super Bowl Sunday – or at least most of it. It was too bad the end devolved from a football game into a “What’s Manning gonna do with the rest of his life?” free-for-all. For a few minutes I wondered if we were ever gonna be told what the last penalty flag was all about. Turned out it just a way to finish the game painlessly.
But really now, that’s not what the game is all about. The reason we tune in to begin with is this years new
crap crop of commercials. We weren’t disappointed. It was a pleasing conglomeration of cute children (Looks like Denver maternity wards better gear up), cute singing sheep and dog announcers. Even the aliens were benevolent albeit a little mis-interpretive. […]