I confess that I love the Super Bowl. It doesn’t matter who is playing, I can always get up for that game. I confess that although I’m not a huge Jim Harbaugh fan (I’m still bitter about 1995-96 playoff win over the Chiefs), I still cheered for SF to come back and win. I was bummed when they came up short.
I confess that I thought Beyonce was great at half-time even though I’m a rock and roll guy, not a pop guy. I thought it was nice of her to include the other Destiny’s Child members onto the biggest stage around, even though her career has grown far beyond them. She didn’t have to do that and it seemed sort of humble and kind to me (not two traits I would often attribute to pop stars). Her performance was a spectacle and that’s what cuts it at the Super Bowl.
I confess that overall the commercials were a huge disappointment – too sexed up. My favorite commercial was a tie between Doritos one with the goat, and Amy Poehler’s Best Buy ad. I love that the Doritos spot was created by an independent filmmaker. My least favorite was a tie between Calvin Klien’s soft-core lady porn and all things Go Daddy. I kept thinking of all of the millions of little boys like mine who were watching the game. We are trying to get them into their teen years without being constantly over-sexualized. I’m about to reserve a couple of web domains and I’m now wondering who Go Daddy’s primary competition is so that I can give them my business.
I confess that I got smoked in our family side bet contest. Each year we do this spreadsheet of crazy picks: who will win the coin toss, will it be heads or tails, who will score first, get the first penalty, have the first turn-over, lead at halftime, and a bunch of over/unders. It adds a whole different game within the game. I got drilled by both of my boys this year. I knew it was going to be bad when Alicia Key’s took nearly three minutes to sing the national anthem. The over and under was 2:05 and I took under. I also picked “yes” to the question “Will Jay-Z join Beyonce at halftime.” I came in third.
I confess that our annual family Super Bowl party was great as always. We push the couch up close to the TV all 4 of us cram together and eat ourselves sick while we watch the game. I confess that I will be sad one day when my kids are too cool for it, but 4 hours on the couch laughing, talking, watching the game, and stuffing ourselves made for a great evening. I confess that often in the midst of those times with my family I try to take mental snapshots so that I won’t ever forget the moment; to let the memory of how we are right there in that moment sink way down deep, imprinting itself on my soul so that I will always be able to remember how we sat together for hours and just enjoyed being a family.