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 .