I’ve never seen the Super Bowl as a big deal, mostly because I’m not all that into football to begin with. I think most of the blame for that lies in the fact that, no matter how many times people have explained it, I’ve never been able to figure out how the game is played. Something about each team having a certain number of attempts to advance the ball across the field a certain number of yards, and at the end they need to score a touchdown, or at least a field goal. Is that right? I dunno.
I was going to just sit Super Bowl XLVII out this year. But a cool local bar here in Queens, Gottscheer Hall, was having their regular Super Bowl party, complete with free buffet. So Michele and I decided to go to that.
But first on Sunday afternoon, we sat down to watch the two hour Puppy Bowl IX on Animal Planet. That’s the cute parody of the game which sees a bunch of puppies bouncing around a miniature football stadium, playing with each other and squeaky toys. They even have a halftime show with cute, cuddly kittens. It is, as you can imagine, absolutely adorable. It’s also in a good cause, because all of the dogs and cats who appear on the show each year are rescued from animal shelters. After the filming is done, they are all adopted out to people who want pets. Apparently the show also helps raise awareness in animal adoptions, because there is a spike in rescues afterwards each year as viewers take in cats & dogs from their local shelters.
By the time we arrived at Gottscheer Hall, the second quarter of the Super Bowl was already well underway. Which meant, oh joy, we were in plenty of time to catch the halftime show with Beyonce. I’ve never been a fan of her, to say the least, so this gave me ample opportunity to rag out on her, much to Michele’s amusement. Look, if you can’t be bothered to sing live for the freaking President of the United States, who will you perform for? Just as she was lip synching at Barack Obama’s inauguration, so too I expect she was doing much the same for her Super Bowl “performance.”
By the time the third quarter started up, the Ravens were well ahead, and it looked like the 49ers were going to get creamed, especially after Jacoby Jones scored a 108-yard touchdown. Heck, I don’t even follow football, and even I was impressed by that. Anyway, I wasn’t rooting for either team, but it’s just a much more interesting game to watch when the score is closer. Baltimore was ahead 28 to 6 just a few minutes into the second half when, whoops, there was a power outage at the stadium. It lasted over half an hour, and by the time all the lights were back up, it appeared that the Ravens had totally lost their momentum. Next thing you know, the score was 34 to 29, with Baltimore barely clinging on to a slim lead in the fourth quarter. It actually made for a riveting final few moments, because it looked like at any minute San Francisco was going to take the lead. But the Ravens pulled through. All in all, it was a pretty entertaining game, even for a football-illiterate viewer such as myself.
Oh, yes, then there were the commercials. What can I say about them? I know: they sucked! Yipes, what an awful collection of garbage. Companies actually paid millions of dollars to air this crap. And did I actually see a commercial being broadcast for the Church of Scientology? What’s next, the Vatican buying air time during the MLB playoffs? What a world.
Oh, well, come hell or high water, hopefully next year we’ll have Puppy Bowl once again.