2.05.2008

Loser

I'm not into the football. And, yes, I call it "the football". As in, "What's on NESN? Classic Red Sox? No? Well, I'm not into the football or the basketball. Bruins? Okay ... leave it." So, no I didn't watch the Superbowl. I didn't bet any money or over-imbibe and stumble home in a drunken stupor sobbing for Tom Brady. I suppose I figured they'd win or at least hoped they'd win so I wouldn't have to hear all the bitching from the regulars at the bar on Monday. And, hell, I'm a New Englander born and bred. This ain't the Bean Pot where real specific loyalties and grudges come into play ... unfortunately.

Yet, something compelled me to click over from the program I was watching. Just wanted to check the score. Instead:













Good lord. Did anyone actually like those songs when they were new in the 80s? Fess up. Is this the best the Superbowl can get? Millions spent on advertising (don't want to rant about the ads but why must I listen to how clever the talking stain was? All that money spent to shove some product down your throat and you think the ad was "cool"? Sickening.). Hundreds and thousands spent by generous parents to procure seats for their excited tots. Not to mention the dough needed for traveling and hotels. Hats and t-shirts and flags and hot dogs and beer ... well, that's their problem. But they're revved up and it's a once in a lifetime event. Talk about exhilarating. Dad, you're the best father ever! Priceless. And for half-time, drum roll ... wow, some albino corpse comes out and mumbles some old tune about skydiving. If only he'd had a wardrobe malfunction ...

I should have stuck with Gossip Girl.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I thought the old coot did okay. You should've seen The Stones two years ago. Dreadful.

*let's see if this comment makes it up on the board. Usually mine are conveniently omitted for some reason.

wednesday said...

I never understood his appeal ... not in 1988 or 1998 and certainly not in 2008. He seemed to be going through the motions -- hardly moving, no excitement. Maybe because his songs are so down beat (and lousy). I didn't see the Stones debacle so I really can't/shouldn't comment. But are these Superbowl bigwigs just dredging up irrelevant stars from the past to appeal to the old coots (good one) who buy the tickets and pay for the ads? You'd think they could go for something a bit more youthful or (god forbid) cutting edge. Bah mainstream ....

hal said...

I paid zero attention. Watching the game with married couples and their walking/crawling advertisements for birth control was more distracting than the show between the second and third quarters. It would have paid off when my weekly trivia game at the local pizza joint asked what 4 songs were performed by the half time entertainment. I could not even name 4 Tom Petty songs. My teammates guessed 2 out of 4correctly and they paid attention and even like his music. He must be very memorable. Long story short we lost the game by 3 points. If only I had been a fan or paid attention at halftime. Bring back the Bud Bowl.

Anonymous said...

How about good old, tried and true, NEAL DIAMOND.....Sweet Caroline? Never tire of it!

djpegleg said...

Quit bellyaching about Mr. Petty. It is true that his 80s catalog is pretty lame, but certainly not as lame as some of the crap that was MTV gold.

Plus, he did start the set off with one of the greatest of all 70s rock songs, "American Girl", and anyone who denies the majesty of that song or the brilliance of the Heartbreakers first four albums, just ain't payin' attention, or is straight up hatin'.

wednesday said...

Did you just say "majesty". Wow.

djpegleg said...

Would you prefer epic? Awesome? Great? Brilliant? I got a gaggle of adjectives I could use to describe that song, and the same adjectives would work on most of their 70s oeuvre.

Don't be a hater.
Be a celebrater.

wednesday said...

I'm not hatin'. But I don't remember that song from its majestic debut. Believe me, I feel that I've really lost out on the awesome, great, brilliance of Tom Petty and I blame society. "American Girl" only makes me think of that first fatty who gets abducted in "Silence of the Lambs". She seemed to like it enough ...