Media hype, over-exposure accentuates the wrong things while public awaits Super Bowl XLII.
Hours away from Super Bowl XLII I must admit that, in some respects, the game hype now reduces the NFL’s capstone to the Stupor Bowl.
The media frenzy surrounding the contest has devolved into debates on Fox Television concerning Desperate Housewives, media darling Ryan Seacrest hosting the “Red Carpet” event several hours before game time, and ex-musical starts Paula Abdul and Randy Jackson performing live during the pre-game festivities. Say what?
While returning home after church this morning my darling wife – knowing that I’m a lifelong, rabid Patriots’ fan – asked, “What time’s the game start?”
Thinking that, after 10 years of marriage I may have finally converted her from her upbringing as an unbelieving Eagles’ fan, I responded 6:30 [p.m.].” Her subsequent proclamation?
“Good. I want to watch the halftime show [featuring Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers] … and the commercials.”
Lord, help her. But considering how much time I’ve spent on-line over the past two weeks, gathering information for and writing Super Bowl-related articles for Suite101, perhaps it’s simply payback on her part.
Yet we’ve witnessed a deranged Spanish-language female TV reporter – dressed in a wedding gown less – propose to New England quarterback Tom Brady, and a bunch of misfits busted this morning for trying to sell phony Super Bowl tickets. And the yokels just happened to have a nice stash of marijuana in their hotel room. Duh.
Then, of course, we have the so-called Super Bowl-related “urban legends,” such as “the biggest stress on the water system nationally is during Super Bowl halftime when everybody simultaneously goes to the bathroom” (false); ”and the biggest sales day for pizza delivery” (true).
No matter what, I suppose we can expect a good game. It won’t be the Toilet Bowl, for sure.
Re-prediction? Patriots 35 Giants 20.
