By the sound of things, I'm one of the only people in the world that was actually let down by this year's Super Bowl. And the commercials.
I can't really explain it but I think all but the last five minutes of the game was a big ol' snoozefest. Neither Tom Brady nor Eli Manning played up to snuff as far as I'm concerned. Yes, Giselle, I realize that Tom can't pass and catch the same ball. I get it.
I guess I just don't care much for either team. I have no personal investment in them at all. It's a great game for people living in the northeastern United States, sure. But for the rest of us? Not so much.
The most exciting thing for me was the heads up play by Giants receiver Mario Manningham. Catching that sideline bomb and having the mental wherewithall to get both his feet down while inbounds? Awesomesauce. He was my MVP of the game, without question.
Typically, though, when you have a boring game, you can always look forward to the commercials, right? Not so much lately. They've been steadily losing quality over the last few years. Sure, you get a gem or two here and there (cheetah versus Hyundai, anyone?), but not nearly the consistency that we've come to expect from Super Bowl commercial programming.
The surprise for me was that I actually enjoyed Madonna's halftime show. Before you get your panties in a bunch, my expectations for it were pretty ground level so, basically, any derived enjoyment is a bonus.
Madonna was decent enough. She belted out a few classics and did it pretty well. I loved the addition of the guys from LMFAO and the subsequent mashup they did of her song "Music" and their own song "Party Rock." And her time with Cee Lo Green was pretty fun to watch, too.
I thought, however, that the bits with Nikki Minaj and MIA were very lackluster by comparison. You almost wouldn't know it was either of them performing. And, no, I don't remember seeing MIA flip off the camera or drop an F-bomb. I watched it twice before hearing about the offense and didn't notice it either time.
I was also a bit letdown by the new Madonna track "Give Me All Your Luvin." I haven't heard the studio version of it, but if it sounds anything like what was played live at the Super Bowl, then I doubt I'll be looking into it much further. As I told my brother, who was watching it with me, the song is nothing but a bunch of self congratulatory crap. "Do you L-U-V Madonna?" Seriously? I hate people that sing about themselves unless it is part of a story being told. All the backpatting and asskissing inherent in that song make it more than slightly despicable by my standards.
Maybe I'm just getting old.
I've been making it a point lately to not mention a lot of peoples' birthdays, anniversaries, and other special occasions here on my blog. I hate when I forget to post one or another and either guilt that is either self imposed or put on me by the person I neglected. This is why I'm making it a point to only mention stuff regarding Katie and me.
On occasion, however, I may make an exception. Such exceptions will be granted to those events I deem worthy of mention or for those people who fill out my 20 page exemption form (single spaced and double sided) in triplicate at least six months ahead of time.
I guess it's a good thing the next two people were conscientious enough to fill out the forms well in advance. I guess they knew what was coming!
First off, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law, S&B, just had their first child last Thursday! Woo hoo! Congratulations to you two on a healthy and happy Baby A (I wasn't sure if you wanted me to mention names or not).
Second off, a big congrats to my Sister-From-Another-Mister, Sizzle, on her engagement to her very own Mr. Darcy. See, sis? I told you it would happen. I believed in you!