Big Deal

There’s an old joke about people going to a fight and hockey game breaks out. Last night, there was an ad fest on TV, and a football game happened in between commercials, sort of. With all due respect—granted, it’s not much—to announcers Cris Collinsworth and Al Michaels, this wasn’t the greatest Super Bowl of all time; no game going on four hours can be. What happened is the Rams had enough left in their collective tank to mount a last-minute-and-a-half scoring drive, and the Bengals didn’t. End of story, 23-20. Michele and I ate dinner during halftime because, well, the performers weren’t our cup of tea (bowls of soup, actually). As for the commercials, they could’ve just run the one for Chevrolet with the Sopranos’ kids all night long. That says something about me, I know.