Am I the only one who felt like I woke out of a bad dream this morning?
I'm glad Eli won the game and the MVP, don't get me wrong. Love to see the Mannings stake their claim as the quarterbacks of our era.
But, the game? Lots of miscues, lapses in concentration, the kinds of mistakes you expect in pre-season, not in the Super Bowl.
But the game's an afterthought now. All that's left is a super model's analysis of her super husband in the super game.
But all the rest – all the spectacle off the field? That Halftime in America thing? That dark and murky halftime show?
And all those movie trailers – and even a commercial – about the end of humanity?
What a buzz kill it all was.
First of all, I don't know why Madonna was so nervous all week; she stuck to a safe and familiar theme: Madonna.
Watching her distant, murky performance, it seemed a sure thing she was lip-synching, but her guest singer M.I.A. showed us that they were indeed using live mics.
Bleep you, America. Nice touch.
Maybe it's time for M.I.A. to go missing a little longer. Maybe we should go back to all lip-synching all the time. Maybe we should go back to Up With People.
Maybe we should go.....back to New Orleans.
Carnival is under way, to culminate February 21st. The next great American sports spectacle – the Final Four – is here in two months.
And then, the next Super Bowl.
It may be Halftime in America, but here in New Orleans, we're just about to kick off.
Forget Clint Eastwood; where's Ronald Reagan when you need him?
How about a little Morning in America?
The Super Bowl is supposed to be America's biggest celebration, a day to forget your troubles and kick it with your friends and family, spill Doritos all over the floor and not care about it – not a day to shield your children's eyes and ears from an onslaught of apocalyptic gloom.
Can we make this thing fun again?
Bringing the Game back where it belongs is a start.
Time to tee it up, New Orleans.
Let's show this country how to party again.