Superbowl Sunday

This is going to be a short sad post.

What a difference a year can make.

Last year Superbowl Sunday was a holiday in Seattle. Everywhere you went there was blue and green and silver as far as the eye could see. The city was on cloud nine - not for the whole day but still...

Then the game began and it seemed the world was out to get us. The spots they did on the Steelers and Seahawks were slanted towards the Steelers as it seemed there were many more photos of the Steelers holding the Superbowl trophy thingie than the Seahawks. Then there were the refs whose salaries were obviously paid by the Steelers. Of course, some will argue that the Seahawks played horribly. Whatever. Lame calls by the refs can really put the kibosh on any momentum the team was building.

So, this year it was the Colts and Da Bears. Yippee. I wanted the Bears to win until I started watching the game. The Colts deserved to win the game as much as the Bears deserved to lose the way they played. It's just so sad that I really could have cared less about the game. I don't think I yelled at the TV, not even once. I laughed at the fumbles and not the commercials.

And about the commercials: Who was it that thought a suicide commercial would make a great advertisement for a car? That marketing whiz should be fired. These companies are paying $2.5 million for 30 seconds? You would think the commercials would be mini-Hollywood epic productions. What duds. I did like the uber-cheesy map/monster commercial though. They went low budget and didn't try to hide it.

Here is a kind of stat that makes me happy. At the beginning of football season I saw that losing team of the Superbowl for the last umpteen years always finished last in their division the following year. Fortunately the Seahawks division sucked so we weren't last! We broke the curse! : )