Return to the Super Bowl II

Phew, so the Cardinals just came as close as possible to a hardcore touchdown. So awesome, a flipping end. That’s a fate as cold as a witches tit in a brass bra in December.

Ah, ha. Kurt Warner really put things together, and made a touchdown happen. “It’s Patrick for the score,” says Madden’s anonymous compatriot.

Michael points out it’s Al Michaels. BACK TO THE COMMERCIALS!

Here’s a Gatorade with Woods celebrating his less than stellar modern career. More glorification of the private school life. There was a celebration of everything, including the credit industry and cars.com. Cars. Beer. Military. Sex.

NBC is advertising its new shows: Medium, Heroes, etc. I just finished a highly satisfying 30 Rock marathon . . . for the first time. I’m never looking back.

Well, my instincts are going with the Cardinals tonight, gotta say. Their offense looks fired up like gas stove top covered in flaming, dry rice noodles. It’s fascinating that Madden and Michaels are themselves watching this game on a monitor; it’s almost as if to insinuate that by watching on a monitor – as opposed to in person – the viewer is somehow more engaged with the mindset of the presenters. But it all begs the question: are they more engaged with the game?

Pittsburgh, at this juncture at least, is having trouble reversing this offensively. It’s around 7:29 p.m., second and ten.

Clancy Pendergast looks like a fatter Vladimir Putin.

Charles arrives, has no knowledge of football, claims that the Steelers must have the best shot in this match. He says that he’s been to Harrisburg, but never to Philly.

These refs have some pretty slick outfits. In the words of Dana Carvey impersonating Johnny Cochran, “If I were a gay man . . .”

This digital imaging really supplements the television viewing experience, if you ask me. Sure, it started with Fox taking the time to inject the down line onto the green surface of the field, even to the point that it would allow the image of the players to run over the lines. But now it’s gotten to the point of commentary about how many yards are left to go for any given offense.

Okay, so I’m traumatized. BMW and Toyota just aired ads with screaming Japanese and German automakers screaming about their upcoming threat from Hyundai. Seeming them so angry about a common enemy, it makes me ask, “Why don’t they just form an alliance for the mutual betterment?” Is Hyundai trying to incite a fourth Reich and yet another Hirohitio?

So, about that stuff I was saying earlier raking Budweiser for the InBev sellout. I don’t mean to be so vindictive here, but I just couldn’t say so much for the idea of stabbing so much of us in the back, you know? Or maybe I’m just dragging my feet through globalization.

Did I mention that Disney-Pixar unholy alliance is advertising its new film? Welcome to pop hell. Welcome to production value heaven. Funny preview that I’ve seen on the Internet for months now controversy free. It’s so clean, like sets in the newer Star Wars films. No pooping. No sex. No vomit. Clean violence.

“Trust me; chicks dig this,” says the hero of some Budweiser ad, sounding into the sides of my brain echoing “This grog will get you laid.”

Overall, this is a very low scoring game. The Cardinals just intercepted pretty close the middle of the field in the middle of the game. I remember seeing the 49ers take on some team in Super Bowl XXX and just railing them so had. Of course, this could turn into a slaughterfest beyond all proportion even at this time.

It’s so great to see the United Way try to run an anti-obesity ad during a hugely-watched – no pun intended – television/cultural event. Then there was an ad reminding me what I’m paying for: Jay Leno’s largesse. There it was: an image of him taking on the corners of the highway of Southern California, breaking in the surface of the tires on some ultra-obscure old tinker that he keeps in his huge garage. It’s true that Jay Leno has a very large car collection.

Just saw more made-up clown and performers in this intermittent ads. It’s mind boggling that they take breaks for ads, but hey I guess that’s just the nature of athleticism. First down, Cardinals at the ten year line in their favor. Seventy fifty pm.

If I played this game, I would totally have dredlocks. There is no question in my mind. Kurt Warner, at least on this stream, looks like Hank Azaria. Altogether, I’m getting this game in a pretty steady way. The Internet has made us almost omniscient.

Closing of the second half, and the Cardinals are very near the down line. I for one think this is going to go down very well in the Cardinals’ favor. Intercepted to my complete surprise.

The Cardinals just turned this around, much as I had predicted, though.