No sporting event in the history of mankind, not even the great, classic machine of death, the Roman Colosseum games, had so much pre-publicity as has Super Bowl 48.
I mean, c’mon! We had more than a week at looking at, dissecting the game, the defense, the offense, the security, the travel to the Super Bowl, what it will be like when you get there, and, oh yes, please tell us about all of these things while you’re sitting there. Do we really need all this pre-game crapola?
I have to admit some of the opinions expressed were pretty good. Some of those “jocks” can actually talk and have exposed a brain that’s being used. But, really now, do you need all of these opinions? Does the world need some grandmother from Ypsilanti who has saved up and is going to the Super Bowl in New York (which is really New Jersey)? It has even taken the security issue of the coming Olympics off your television screen. My, oh my, oh my.
We have been shown that in the past the team with the best defense has been beaten by the team with the best offense. Then, of course, we have to have 50 people argue the point of whether it was the best offense. And, if it was the best offense, they showed it in the Super Bowl. Do I care? The answer is a resounding no. All of this hot air… I’m surprised a part of New Jersey isn’t floating three feet off the ground. (Or, since it is New York’s Super Bowl, maybe the island of Manhattan should be floating on all of the hot air.)
Anyway, all of this verbiage, slipping and sliding, jukin’ and jivin’, came to a screeching halt about 6:25 Sunday. How can there be too much talk about football when we’re having the last game of the season? Boo hoo, boo hoo.
Somehow, the game went on in spite of all of the hot air. It was played, the whistles blew, the zebras took the field and the two teams actually got to it… the football game.
Next year, tuck me in, let me nap, and then at kickoff wake me up. I do like the game, but all of the stuff that precedes it gets almost too much to bear. But, another season resurrects itself in the autumn of 2014 and the next Super Bowl will be in 2015, which means if you didn’t get enough of the one I’m griping about, wait until next year and they’ll do the same, dumb thing again.
Ronn Mott, a longtime radio personality in Terre Haute, writes commentaries for the Tribune-Star. His pieces are published online Tuesday and Thursday on Tribstar.com, and in the print and online editions on Saturday.