Yesterday's Super Bowl game was the most frustrating one I've ever watched. Commercial after commercial, promo after promo, talking head after talking head. I sat there wondering if the game was ever going to start.
The Super Bowl used to be about the game. But now it's about the commercials and the half-time show and which celebrity is seated in the stands (yes, the broadcast made it clear that Taylor Swift was there).
I didn't understand half of the commercials. A lot of them made no sense. A few were very pro-America which I appreciated. But I don't think a year from now someone is going to ask, "Say, you remember that commercial from last year's Super Bowl?"
As far as the halftime show is concerned, apparently I am not part of the demographic that the Super Bowl is trying to entertain. I have never been a fan of rap music but at least there have been occasions when I could understand what was being said. Not this year. I found it a great time to head to the kitchen where my dear, sweet wife and friends had created a feast of goodies.
I wasn't rooting for a particular team. I just wanted to see a good game. I was not expecting Philadelphia's defense to completely dominate the Chief's offense. I didn't expect Pat Mahomes to throw two interceptions, one run back for a touchdown. The game ended 40-22 and it wasn't that close.
The winner yesterday was my dear, sweet wife. No more football for about seven months. For her, it doesn't get better than that!
