Super Bowl

Everything has been said that needs to be said about this year's Super Bowl. But some pointless and disjointed comments from me can't hurt.

1) I was with a party of six at a restaurant that holds a bit of a S.B. shindig every year. My sister Carolyn and her Significant Other, Peter, were there. I mention this just to make the point that Green Bay Packer domination of the game in its earlier stages was sufficient to have Peter speculate that we might be witnessing a "blow-out." It turned out of course, happily, that we weren't. Steelers came roarin' back to make it a contest.

2) I actually enjoyed the advertisement with border guards, who seemed to be dressed for a Gilbert & Sullivan operetta, pacing back and forth vigilantly and finally deciding to split a Coke, and working out the mechanics of an ad hoc border crossing. It doesn't seem to have figured in any of the post-game discussions of which ads were good and which were weak. Watch it for yourself and let me know how crazy I am in liking this one.

3) A lot of the other ads I didn't get at all. Why were the cowboys singing "Tiny Dancer"? Can anyone explain that to me?

4) There was a dubious call near the end of the 3d quarter. If it had been ruled an interception followed by a fumble (and a Packers recovery) the Packers would have retained the ball. But it wss held to be an incomplete pass, so they had to punt.

Had the Packers lost the game by a whisker (instead of winning it by one) we'd still be hearing about that call.

That concludes my football commentary for another year. Indeed, it concludes my sports commentary for another month. The next sports-related subject on which I'm at all likely to blog is March Madness.

See you then, fans.