It was a total piece of television shit, another hyped-up Superbowl, more mistakes than points scored. This is what makes me nauseous about football: it's a game for sadists in mental institutions and it's about crashes. Break your bones, play injured, retire crippled, that's a hero player. Compare it to baseball or soccer. Totally pathetic.
The MVP is this game was the guy who directed it for Fox. This was the best directed sport event I've ever seen.
During the game, the color guys pointed out so many stupid moves you'd think it was mentally challenged football. Then, the post-game analysis turns it into a symphony of genius.
But at halftime, Sir Paul McCartney was just plain all-American fabulous. These days, if you want top tier entertainment for the event of the year, you have to hire a British Knight of the Realm. And a senior citizen as well. If you hire an American, they show their tit or ass or worse. If only Jim Morrison were still alive. I'd love to see a drugged-out halftime rendition of Light My Fire including Jim's typical unzipping his fly and popping out his dick. It wouldn't be much of a dick these days, but I'd pay to see it.
McCartney's voice sounded youthful and vigorous. How does he do it? Doctors. But who cares? He still sounds like he did during the Is Paul Dead? craze. He hits every note straight on, articulates his lyrics perfectly, and those songs are forever. Do you think any of the zillion pretend singers watching learned one single thing watching him? He played with a fabulous Beatles-size band. I love Maroon 5, but do they sound like the Beatles? Give me a break.
Here's what sensational about this Super(yawn)bowl: Joe Buck. The fabulous Fox Sports pre-game team. Howie, Terry and Jim--are they the only people aside from Buck who make any sense?
What were Clinton and Bush 41 doing there? Alicia Keys sucked singing America, and then it got worse when she tried to duet with a tape of Ray Charles. That girl needs a come-down.
Honoring our World War II soldiers is always appropriate, but what was the honor? Just being there? Sorry, that doesn't work for me.
Where were the brilliant commercials? The barrage of promos for House? Man, that show irritates me.
Watch, next year the Superbowl will be a sexathon...tits everywhere...dicks bulging out...f*cks and n*ggas and the whole monty. I predict zero ratings vs. previous bowls, except the toilet bowl, where I spent much of my time.