Out of Bounds Super Bowl XLV Recapby Joshua Best on 02/07/11
SUPER BOWL XLV
Mr. Soon to be Living the Rest of his Short Life in Agonizing Pain Roethlisberger
When you decide to have the Super Bowl in
Falling sheets of ice injuring people the Saturday before and improperly or incompletely installed seats should not be among them. Nevertheless, as Jerry scrambled to set an attendance record by trying to get the people outside counted and possibly offering “sky box” seats on the roof itself, the big game finally came and was for the most part a great success.
I didn't write a Super Bowl wrap-up last year. For reasons that now escape us, the Lizard was not on his usual perch - and I am glad to report his return to his rightful spot encouraged a number of pithy observations and sage comments. None of these will be included here.
Nor will I bore you with the excessive number of Roethlisberger zingers bandied about as the night went on. I repeat, NO Roethlisberger jokes are forthcoming!
The Packers victory elevated Aaron Rodgers to Brett Favre status, but it just left female Steelers fans feeling violated.
No, seriously this was a Super Bowl like any other, except I saw Mariska Hargitay stationed permanently by the NFL on the Steelers' sideline.
The final score was 31-25. It was just the second time in NFL history a game has ended in that score according to some guy with way too much time on his hands at ESPN.
As we gathered around the TV and kickoff approached, someone issued a “Big Ben” one-liner while the wife set about her mission to figure out who the Packer's QB looked like. Oddly, the Steelers’ field general looked a lot like Kobe Bryant.
At any rate, it would be a night filled with product tie-ins, cross-sponsorships and shameless Fox promotion - none so shocking as the network's decision to have Omar Epps coach the Steelers.
In the pregame prognostications department, I spoke with Brother Buddha and determined my areas of wager. I told him I was predicting either a special teams or a defensive score. I also asked him to set an over/under for number of chimps we would see. He took the under on 3 chimps, while I went with the over.
My first wager came to pass on the Steelers' first turnover which
About that same time, it really began to sink in what I was witnessing: The most yellow pants gathered in one place since that Craig Sager lookalike contest a few years back.
Not too long after that Fox gave us a wide crowd shot where we enjoyed picking out celebrities and famous faces. We spotted Michael Douglas and his wife, Catherine Zeta-Jones. There was President and Mrs. Bush, Emmitt Smith and Condi Rice. At that moment, however, Fox pulled a fast one and cut to the hated A-Rod. We gasped in horror as insult added itself to injury and we all saw Cameron Diaz. Feeding him.
"I'm gonna be sick!" exclaimed the Lizard, as screams went up from every disgusted person in the room. Once things had calmed down, he added, "Well, I don't know what the highlight of the game will be, but I'm pretty sure we've seen the lowlight."
About that same time, we noticed William Kennedy Smith, er I mean, Ben Roethlisberger wearing a tinted visor. "Why is he wearing a tinted visor? This is an indoor game!" exclaimed the Lizard.
"So the woman he attacks in the tunnel at halftime won't be able to identify him later," I explained.
About the same time,
More Steelers' gaffes and Aaron Rodgers' game management opened up a hefty 21-3 lead for the Packers as we approached halftime. I became suspicious, however, as
Half-time showed up, and we were all treated to a performance by the Black Eyed Peas. And by treated, I mean "tortured." In a bizarre array of people in light-up costumes and boxes on their heads, four people dressed in space suits began to prance around and "sing." One looked something like Gary Oldman in "The Fifth Element," while another with a Mr. T 'do appeared to be enjoying the whole thing in 3D, his glasses being the giveaway.
As the radio hits faded one into another, a confused Lizard simply said, "I am old," and we left it at that, bemoaning the fact that Jerry hadn't called ZZ Top for this Texas Extravaganza.
After a couple of songs, the strains of "Sweet Child O' Mine" filled the Death Star, and the wife was immediately aghast. "How dare they!" she exclaimed in horror. For those of you who don't know, the wife is a bit of a hair bands freak, and GnR ranks highly on that Aqua Net list. All was made well again for her, however, when a lone guitar playing figure rose from beneath the stage. Wife and Fergie sang the classic '80s song, while the Lizard howled with laughter.
I simply wondered why Troy Palamalu was playing guitar instead of studying game film in the locker-room.
The "entertainment" was capped when someone they call "Usher" danced about, to more howls of approval from the X-Box playing Abercrombe-wearing teen masses. Ten seconds in, the Lizard said what we all must deep down have been thinking:
"Uh, Michael Jackson's estate called. They want their moves back."
The second half started with more gaffes, though
Let me also just say that it is time for the jumping Fox Robot to go. There is nothing more irritating on the broadcast than that. Well, except Joe Buck.
By late in the game, Troy Aikman offered up a tasty Freudian slip, when he said Palamalu was being "extinct… uh… instinct…ive…" on a certain play. The writing was on the wall.
But of course, as entertaining as the game turned out, the commercials hold a special place for my game watching crowd. And while it would appear from said advertisements that all we in this country do is watch movies, drive cars, drink Bud and eat Doritios, there were nevertheless some decent spots.
Kenny G gets props in my book for poking fun at himself. Justin Beiber does not.
Doritios resurrected grandpa to many howls from the faithful. This almost, ALMOST removed the disturbing finger-licking, pants-sniffing spot they ran earlier in the night, which was some sort of Doritos-KFC-Roethlisberger amalgamation or something.
Nice looking white girl getting smacked upside with a can of Pepsi Max (and it was quite funny), followed closely by a guy getting smacked in the yahootz with another can of same made a comical set of pain humor ads. Most probably found it to be "equal opportunity." I just wondered why Pepsi is delivering their latest product in such heavy containers. Said Junior Miller, "that's heavy Pepsi."
I also finally discovered something even more irritating than Eminem. CGI Eminem.
A late game Stella
But the highlight of the evening came just as Roseanne got smacked with a massive tree trunk. The Lizard issued a fine line: "I support Roseanne violence…" Then, it happened.
A man sitting in front of his office in his car prepared to get out and walk into work. Suddenly, another car pulled very close and he was blocked in. Yes friends, it was the Careerbuilder.com chimps. Soon, another car broadsided him and all the monkeys toddled off to work leaving our friend stuck in his car.
As we viewed it repeatedly (there are few things funnier what watching the Lizard watching chimps), we keyed in on the chimp in the dress, smoking a cigarette and trying to keep her purse on her shoulder. Howls of laughter ensued.
She was the best moment of the evening at this Super Party. She also was likely the only female that night the losing QB made no advances on. At least, that’s what George is reporting.
So there were a total of four chimps in that ad, making me two for two in my pregame predictions. Along the way, the Packers seized opportunity and became champs once again and Fox begged us to watch their other programming.
I just bet Jerry is pretty upset that he got less screen time than Hugh Laurie – and it wasn't even close. I do wonder how long it will be until he suggests that every playoff game be played in the Death Star. Yeah, that seems far fetched now. Just wait.
Nevertheless, somewhere Jerry is saying, “How'd you like my Super Bowl! I hope you enjoyed it… I hope you enjoyed it very much.”
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