It may be the liquor talking, but I thought yesterday's Super Bowl was one of the best in recent memories.
The game itself was ridiculous. The steady rain in Miami made for field conditions that might've led John Facenda rise from the grave just to do the ominous voice-over. (And, of course, the downpour probably made those fans feel great about their $1,200 tickets.) A lot of wild plays, from the opening kickoff returned for a TD to the countless back-and-forth fumbles and interceptions. Great action.
And I was mildly rooting for the Colts in this one, so it was nice to see Peyton Manning put that rocket laser arm to good use and come away with the win. Plus, I got to hear Tony Dungy denounce all other coaches as implicitly satanic when he accepted the Lombardi Trophy and said this game showed "Christian coaches" could play at the top level. Suck it, Dick Vermeil!
The commercials were fairly decent, with the exception of a Tostitos ad that was so bad it left the entire room speechless. A lot of gay themes, from the Snickers kiss to naked men grinding on a car. I guess the admen noticed how much male football fans enjoy simulated lesbianism and thought they'd try the reverse. Yeah, not so much.
The biggest surprise for me, though, was the halftime show. I thought this was going to be another sad halftime event known as the NFL Celebrates Music That Was Popular Fifteen Years Ago!, but Prince kicked out the motherfucking jams. The Hendrix-Foo Fighters medley was a bold touch, and ending with "Purple Rain" in the rain was sweet. True, there was some typical halftime nonsense, like the fireworks and the band members dressed up like extras from Tron. But all in all, solid.
Plus, Prince got to entertain the country with the silhouetted image of his guitar-wang. Who wouldn't love that?