Well, I’ll be damned; the Seahawks won the Super Bowl! Quite a surprise to most of the people at the bar last night who were rooting for the Broncos. I kept quiet throughout the game rather than bragging since, like I said in my earlier post, even though my public preference was for a Seahawks win, I didn’t care much either way. I also heard Yogi Beara whispering in my ear, “It ain’t over till it’s over.” Even though the Seahawks took the lead very early on and were winning 22-0 by halftime, I didn’t want to be presumptuous and have all of my friends tease me about it if the Broncos came back in the second half. Alas, they didn’t, and I wished I had bet my friend Todd. Oh well, Monday morning quarterback.
So, this was going to be a post about my favorite moments from the Super Bowl but, unfortunately, I can’t remember any of my favorite moments, aside from texting my nephew after the Red Hot Chili Peppers performed at halftime. You see, when my nephew was very young, he couldn’t pronounce the letter “r” and when we asked him who sang “Californication”, he responded with his accent, “the Red Hot Chili Peppows!” and it was the cutest thing ever. Almost as cute as when he said his favorite New York Yankee was Derek Jetow. Even though my nephew is now 16 and fully able to pronounce the letter “r”, I can’t listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers without thinking of him, and so I texted him and we went back and forth a few times. That was my favorite moment. I love that kid.
Perhaps the food would be among my favorite moments but our bar had a limited Super Bowl menu and the choices included wings, nachos, artichoke dip, chili and salad—no French fries, mozzarella sticks or onion rings were available since the bar decided to reserve its deep fryer for the wings. That kind of sucked and we all had a nice time complaining about it. Thankfully, my friend Hilda picked up cupcakes in honor of Abbe’s birthday and they were delish.
The halftime show with Bruno Mars and the aforementioned Red Hot Chili Peppers was great, however, it seemed much shorter in duration than it was in years past.
Many of the commercials were funny. My favorites included the Cheerios commercial with the little girl making a deal with her dad that if her parents have another baby, she gets a puppy; the Budweiser commercial with the horse and the Golden Retriever; the Bud Light commercial with the guy who doesn’t know he’s in a Super Bowl advertisement; and the “time machine” Doritos commercial.
Anyway, that’s about the extent of my memories from Super Bowl XVLIII. A good time was had by all, aside from the die-hard Denver Broncos fans, but not a very memorable one. Perhaps the seemingly never ending supply of beer and birthday shots for my friend are to blame for the memory loss…