The Super Bowl: Kabuki theatre for 21st-Century America

Oblivious A.T.’s potpourri of impressions from Super Bowl XLVIII

I only watch one football game per year. Apparently it’s illegal to call it Super Bowl any more, but I don’t care. Super Bowl Super Bowl Super Bowl Super Bowl. SuperBowl. #superbowl. (hi, !)

So, without further adieu (joke!), here are some impressions:

  • The TV image is crisper than I ever remember seeing it (on the same set).
  • Why are the Broncos orange? Orange is reserved for Florida, or — in extreme circumstances — Georgia. The Broncos are white (remember OJ?). I kept getting confused throughout the game.
  • is live-tweeting the show, as he did the Grammys two weeks ago. One of many parallels between the two spectacles. Other: Bulgarian-Canadian , as are Sir Paul McCartney and wife Nancy Shevell, Michael Douglas, etc.
  • I don’t understand the game.
  • GoDaddy commercial: Superimposing Danica Patrick’s face on a bodybuilder’s torso is grotesque. I get it: This year the males are the meat, the female is a business owner. Nice try, still disgusting.
  • Bruno Mars and the Chili Peppers slay the half-time show.
  • Bob Dylan appears in an artsy vintagey commercial for an Italian car manufacturer. The times, they are-a-changing. Fo sho.
  • A Belgian brewing conglomerate panders to the US military. Anything for a buck.
  • Maserati reminds me that I need one of their cars.
  • Nancy Shevell, Paul McCartney’s wife — always classy — looks younger and prettier every time I see her.
  • By comparison, Michael Douglas looks like he has aged ten years in two weeks. How did he get so old in the two weeks since the Grammys?
  • The Broncos won. Or maybe it was Seattle. The white team won. Good for them. I feel genuinely happy for the coach, who looks like a genuinely nice guy.
  • OK, new Sherlock at 9:58. Switching to 13.

I borrowed the title for this post from my friend .

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