number one, I don't watch Super Bowls. The last time I really sat down in front of one was when I was still married to the ex. Divorce was final in 1999, if that tells ya anything. (I haven;t watched any form of wrestling since the split in 1998 either.)
My 14 yr old son is a Peyton Manning fan, so you can probably figure out who he is rooting for. I didn;t have to see the beginning of the game to know how most of the first half was going to go--I am sitting in the dining room making a quilt with my 14 yr old stepdaughter--her first try at it--and I heard the kickoff and next thing I knew my son was all shades of p***ed off. As I can tell by the words he is valiantly trying not to use so I don't knock a bar of soap down his throat. The Bears took the ball and got a touchdown in the first 14 seconds. Not a good start for Indy.
Now it is the 4th quarter, I have given up on the game, ran out of thread for my quilt and the stepdaughter has gone home, but from the living room, I can hear my son going absolutely nuts because things seem to be going the Colts' way.
By the way, Prince's halftime show sucked. Big time. He couldn't even creditably perform his own "Purple Rain", much less the other artists' songs he was trying to cover. He ended up sounding like a really bad Jimi Hendrix. Who I also don;t care for too much, but my husband does. Then again he also likes Metallica. 'Nuff said. (yeah I'm sure someone else out there likes them too.)
A couple of the commercials were cute, but not something I would put my life on hold for. They never are. Maybe I'm just too busy with my actual life to care.
Like my kids would say, "Whatever."
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