The Big Game

As a friend of mine so aptly put it: "I'm rooting for the commercials."

Don't think I don't know what's going on. The Super Bowl ain't a sporting event. It's just a plot to get us to watch super expensive commercials. A marketing scheme of sorts with periodic breaks for football watching. 

And you know what? It works. And it's awesome....most of the time.

We can all appreciate the golden voice of Morgan Freeman rapping, and I think we all caught that trailer for the Solo movie (unless you're a trekkie, then you probably don't even know who Solo is). But there was this little segment that confused me. Now, I might have been hallucinating from all the cherry Dr. Pepper I'd been drinking, but I almost think I saw Eli Manning and Odell Beckham Jr. dancing together.....naw. That'd never air on TV.  Must've just been a Dr. Pepper coma.

Also, I'm sorry that I saw Danny DeVito floating in the vat of chocolate. I really can't pinpoint what was so disturbing, but excuse me while I gouge my eyes out with a spork. I gotta admit though, it wasn't as bad as last year's Puppy Monkey Baby...which no amount of bleach will remove from my memory. Believe me, I've tried.

It was a nice treat to see Jeff Goldblum return to the Super Bowl commercials. Even though he was without a piano this time, there was a glamorous cameo of Mr. Tyrannosaurus Rex, the star of the last umpteen Jurassic Park movies. You know what, he hasn't aged a day. Now that I think of it, neither has Jeff.

Did I see there was an Avengers movie coming soon? No wait, I think I'm getting mixed up with Crocodile Dundee. Yeah, it's definitely the Aussie movie I'm thinking of. I might watch it if Chris Pratt is in it as a marathon runner.

Well, I'll go ahead and admit it: I've always kinda thought Tom Brady was a cool guy, so the outcome of the minuscule football segment of the show wasn't exactly what I was hoping for. This said, I'll wish the Eagles a hearty congratulations on their Super Bowl win. And by Eagles, I do mean the football team and not the band that Vince Gill is singing with these days. Common misconception. When there's that much scoring, and the fourth quarter starts as anybody's game, you know the players are good.

Well, I guess that's it for this week's blog. Except this isn't technically a blog so much as it is a Tide Commercial.