Sometimes I do enjoy watching the Super Bowl, though. But this time 'round, I didn't have a dog in that fight. The Steelers? A'ight, I guess. Whoever that other team was, that wasn't the Cowboys? Eh.
The Current's Minneapolis bureau didn't have a dog in that fight either, but that didn't stop her from watching. So without further ado, here's a Super Bowl review by a lady from Up North.
By the way, has anyone else made a "Michael Phelps also enjoys super bowls" reference yet? Just me? Probably because it isn't that funny. Poor kid.
SUPER BOWL '09 OH WHO CARES?
by Lori Mocha
I rooted for the the Packers to win the Super Bowl last night. I know they weren't in it. It was just wishful thinking, something I really enjoy.
Mostly because it makes my dad real happy when the Pack wins, and then hitting him up for a loan is much easier.
Plus, the Packers are the coolest team. Just seems kinda obvious to me. I shouldn't even have to even explain it.
But of course I am biased because I was born in Wisconsin, even though I grew up in Minnesota.
And not sure if it's home state pride, or my dad's powerful pro-Packer influence, that made me love the Packers even though I don't like football.
I've lived in Minnesota for most of my life, so I've also thought maybe I was supposed to like the Vikings. How is one supposed to decide these things?
So it's actually caused me constant confusion throughout life. Should I try to love the VIkings because I've spent more time in Minnesota than Wisconsin?
Or does birth state trump any number of years? Am I still Wisconsinite at heart?
Just who am I?
And then I lived in Brooklyn for awhile, and I've never felt more at home than I did in New York City, even if NYC did chew me up and spit me out. But I will never stop loving New York.
Does that make me a New Yorker?
But nevertheless, I can't really get into football, no matter how hard I have tried. It's much easier to be a happy citizen in the Midwest if you like sports, because it's everywhere all the time. But I don't really get it:
Now throw that ball! Now catch that ball! Now tackle that guy! Now let a special expert kicker guy kick that ball!
I do however, like the shiny pants.
I also like the commentary and the commercials and the half-time show.
Here were the highlights of the game for me:
1. Introduction to Pepsi Max. Finally. A diet cola for men. Really? Is it shameful for a man to drink a diet beverage? For real? You gotta be kidding me. Are you gonna fall for it guys? They're not giving you alotta credit, I don't think.
2. Two Budweiser commercials involving, what I deem, inappropriate, um horse love. I personally don't want to think about horses doing it, while I'm pounding down Bud Lights.
3. Madden just said one of the players gets "so much penetration." I want Madden to know I get a lot too. Not bragging. Just fact.
4. At half-time the Boss slid on his knees and ended with his crotch pressed right onto the camera lens!
Seeing the crotch o' the Boss was my favorite part, and I thank him for making the Super Bowl worth watching.