So I suppose I should say a little something about the Super Bowl. But before I do, I'd like to make an appeal to all future Super Bowl organizers.
Please, no more American Idol rejects (or winners) for the anthem. Please. When Jennifer Hudson hit the 10 minute mark on that song yesterday, I decided to take out the trash. I came back five minutes later and she was still singing the damn thing. The song shouldn't take more than a minute and a half. Tops. And the last original version of the song was done by Jimi Hendrix back at Woodstock. So stop trying.
Now I have an idea for an anthem singer. And I'm starting the campaign now. Andrew Ferraro, the Chron's writer for the Houston Aeros, has performed the anthem on multiple occasions. He keeps it short. He keeps it simple. He doesn't try to do crazy things with his vocals. So I say they should let him do the anthem at the next Super Bowl.
Now I should really talk about the Super Bowl.
But first, I was really enjoying Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band. I didn't even mind that they supplemented the band with what looked to be Conan O'Brien's backing band. I didn't even mind when that giant choir that came up on stage at one point. But they lost me when they went the sitcom route and had the "referee" flag them for taking too much time.
Now about the Super Bowl.
That was three quarters of dull, boring football that was saved by a fantastic fourth quarter of big plays, stupid penalties, and a safety resulting from a holding penalty in the end zone. Larry Fitzgerald came through in the clutch once again with a great catch and run that saw him sprint past the Pittsburgh defense. Yet ultimately, the Cardinals defense couldn't make that one last final stop. Even then, the conclusion of the game came down to booth replays of whether Santonio Holmes got his feet down in bounds in the end zone on the catch that put the Steelers up with under a minute on the clock, then finally on whether Kurt Warner fumbled or threw an incomplete pass.
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But truthfully, I was so burned out by the endless pregame that I just couldn't make myself care about the game. At least Santonio Holmes, a wide receiver, won the MVP award, which was some kind of karmic justice from listening to Deion Sanders bitch on the NFL Network about how only quarterbacks win the award.
I ignored NBC's coverage until kickoff, so I think I'm a better person for that. Al Michaels and John Madden weren't even that annoying, so congratulations to NBC for a good game. I thought NBC did a great job on the replay front, especially on several of those challenged replays where they were able to zoom in on and show just what was needed for the viewers to make the same judgment as the officials on the field.
Oh, and somebody is so going to be fired for letting that AshleyMadison.com commercial air in the Houston market. The NFL refused to allow the organization to advertise in the official game program. The CTV refused to let the organization advertise on Canadian television during the game, and supposedly, NBC wouldn't sell it any national ad time. And for any of you wondering what AshleyMadison.com is, it's a website that helps married people hook up with other married people for the purpose of having affairs.
Frankly, the best thing about the end of the Super Bowl is that it's now less than two weeks until pitchers and catchers report. And don't forget: Andrew Ferraro for the Super Bowl Anthem in 2010.