|Let's see that stupid dog do this!|
photo by Adam Arthur via Flickr
I was a little concerned that I might miss a good commercial, but I see I didn't. Most of the ads were not only boring, they were creepy. I don't think there is any reason for Bruce Willis' head to take up an entire 37" screen. That was creepy enough without the dude hugging him. And Arnold. Arnold. What the hell?
Worse. We'd already seen most of the ads. No surprises. Boring game, boring ads, what a dud.
I was rooting for the Broncos. I don't care much for Seattle. I'm getting the impression they're the bad boys, the arrogant righteous, of football. Maybe it comes with success. And maybe I prefer my heroes humble. Not too humble. I can't stand Superman, frankly. So...not humble to the point of creepy. Just humble, like the face of Peyton Manning.
And the Seahawks stadium grates my nerves. The Twelfth Man? You're not allowed a twelfth man! (Just pointing out here that even Wikipedia spells it like this: 12th. Not judging. Really. Okay, judging. They even put "football" after it. Maybe so people will understand why they didn't spell it out. Because, head injuries, you know.)
There's something hard and unsportsmanlike in cheering like mad in what you know to be an ear-splittingly loud bowl while the other team tries to communicate and then hushing yourselves up when your team has the ball.
If that's how you have to win...
Except that, apparently that's not how the Seahawks have to win. They're good even without their twelfth man.
Last year I got to do a whole blog about the controversial, anti-woman-ness of the Super Bowl ads. (Sexist Super Bowl ads: Do feminists have senses of humor?) This year, I held out hope that the extreme right wing would cause a stink about the Coca-Cola ad in which they sing America the Beautiful in (gasp!) languages other than English (as God intended it to be sung, mind you). I didn't even catch the gay couple ice-skating with their daughters.
But I got up this morning and nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not only aren't there any articles explaining what the hell happened to Peyton Manning and the Broncos (Seriously. What the friggin' hell happened?) but I didn't see a peep about how America has fallen and can't get up.
I had to go searching for it. I found an article on The Hollywood Gossip that says there were some angry tweets. So, I went to Twitter and searched #SpeakAmerican and the first ten tweets are making fun of the bigots using #SpeakAmerican.
Then, when I was searching for the ad just then, to imbed it, I found this article over at Time which pretty much said the same thing, except that the author, James Poniewozik, admitted that he couldn't tell if the tweets were, get this, satire.
Satire? Satire America? Have we truly come to that point? Is that what Finding Bigfoot, Doomsday Preppers, Ghost Hunters, and Justin Bieber are really about? Are we all just laughing now?
Do you know what this means?
It means I have nothing to say. America, it seems, has let me down in that it has behaved as a grown up, for the most part. And now I just have to go on about my life with nothing to be angry about.
Stupid Super Bowl.
When does football season start?