Unsuper in Detroit
Was it me or was there a large sucking sound coming from Detroit Sunday night? The Super Bowl was won by the team that ended up with the fewest errors in skill and judgment. The ads were average at best. And the Stones were, well, let’s face it — older than dirt.
Gazillions still watched, a portion of whom drank themselves into a knee-walking stupor or ate themselves into a assorted cardiopulmonary emergencies.
All those “This is America and this is what we do during the year’s biggest football game” were Hallmarkish enough, but the entertainment/sports value of the event was not that great. And I was rooting for the Steelers.
Big question: Where was Motown? A Super Bowl in Detroit and we get the world’s greatest rock and roll band — from England, where they play soccer and rugby and darts. Why did “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day” keep drifting through my mind when Jagger was prancing the prance of a 62-year old still looking for some “Satisfaction.” Hey, Mick, at that age, lots of folks call it Viagra or an afternoon nap or the ability to figure out a prescription drug plan.
Hey, I’m from the Stones’ generation. I know a Jumpin’ Jack from a Flash. I know I can’t always get what I want, too, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I want somebody older than me (and beginning to look like it) to play at the biggest sporting event of the year.
Chances are really good, too, that next year, regardless of this year’s game or half-time or creatively-challenged ads, more of us will watch again, talk about the commercials, drink ourselves stupid, eat like Caligula, and have a super Sunday.
Hey, it is what we do, regardless of the quality of the game, the show, or the sales pitches. See you in Miami.