I had to agree with most of this article.
Not Enough Football Being
Played During Super Bowl
Too Much 'Other' Stuff Going On
By JOHN FEINSTEIN
AOL Exclusive
Has Bon Jovi stopped singing yet?
Did anyone on the East Coast stay up late enough to find out who was voted the Super Bowl MVP?
Is Paul Tagliabue the least bit concerned that his (allegedly) very best referee couldn't tell which was the home team and which was the visiting team during the coin toss? (It may have had something to do with the two teams sending out a total of TEN captains).
Celine Dion?
And finally, I know this really doesn't matter any more than any of my other questions but exactly what was Rich Gannon thinking on the last play of the game? If he wants to take a knee and end the torture, fine. If he wants to throw deep and try for a consolation score, fine. But what exactly was the point of throwing a ball that, as the result proved, had a much better chance of ending up in Tampa Bay's end zone than in Oakland's?
Those were just a few of the irrelevancies that bounced through my mind Sunday night watching what Washington Post TV critic Tom Shales so aptly called, "Super Sell XXXVII."
There was a football game spliced in there somewhere, one that had a lot of story lines, a number of twists and turns and, briefly, looked as if it might produce the most remarkable comeback in football history.
The game was far more intriguing than the 48-21 final score indicated. That's not always the case at the Super Bowl but what becomes more and more bothersome with each passing year is the difficulty of actually FINDING the game amidst the morass of hype and musical numbers and commercials.
It seems to me that's the great irony of the National Football League: it has a proven product, one that makes more money than any professional sport on the planet and yet the league is completely unwilling to let its crown jewel stand on its own merit.
Maybe Tagliabue, who ought to tithe at least 50 percent of his enormous annual salary to Pete Rozelle's estate for creating the economic system that allows the league to flourish in spite of consistently poor officiating; continuing neglect of the issue of minority hiring to positions of true authority; and a bloated season (which will be worse next year when the league returns to the god-awful week off before the Super Bowl, creating a Feb. 1 finish, just in time for spring training) should hire James Carville to remind him, "It's the game stupid!"
Of course that won't happen. One of the things about being King of the Sports World is you can pretty much do as you please and the ratings and the dollars will still roll in.
The top ticket for Super Bowl I in Los Angeles cost $12. This year it was $500. Even so, scalpers were apparently getting three and four thousand dollars for a prime ticket before the game. The price of a Super Bowl commercial goes up every year, the economy be damned, because Super Bowl commercials have become a franchise unto themselves.
Of all the insults to one's senses and sensibility, the absolute worst had to be Bon Jovi performing BEFORE the presentation of the trophy and long before the announcement of the MVP, his number surrounded by canned, pre-taped interviews with the Bucs about what it would mean to win a Super Bowl. Oh please. The NFL tells us kickoff will be at 6:18PM ET and then starts 10 minutes late. If you want to start at 6:30 start at 6:30, but don't go around acting as if you know what you're doing with this 6:18 myth.
Of course no one could have known, I suppose, that Celine Dion would take 15 minutes to sing 'God Bless America.' Did anyone get an official count on how many times she repeated those three words? The song is inspiring when sung correctly (if you caught the Irish tenor the Yankees began using after 9-11 you know what I'm talking about) but, like anything, becomes oppressive when the performer turns it into an Ode to Herself.
On the other hand, the Dixie Chicks can come to my house and sing the National Anthem (or anything else) anytime they want. They looked great and sounded great and didn't over-hype the song. The just sang it beautifully.
Can't give you a review of halftime; I was putting my kids to bed. I can tell you this: it took almost 40 minutes and I was back in time for kickoff.
The Bon Jovi deal though was insulting, not because of anything they did but because of WHEN they did it. You wait a little less than four hours for a game to end; you're exhausted, you have to work in the morning, all you want to do is hear from the coaches, a couple players and find out the MVP -- especially in this case when a dozen different players could have been safety Dexter Jackson and walked away with the trophy.
But NO, we had to wait and wait, wade through a few more commercials and then listen to Malcolm Glazer prattle on about great players, great fans, yada-yada.
All original thoughts. (Note to Tags: why don't you get the owners together during the week and recommend they simply say, "Thank you, this is a proud moment," and get off the stage before they confirm everyone's suspicions about them. Good God, where are the Rooneys when you need them.)
Speaking of the commercials, was I the only one who found them disappointing? You expect a few of them to be dumb -- the runaway truck was moronic, as were a couple of the beer spots -- but you also expect at least one or two to be memorable. Right now, nothing comes to mind, certainly nothing as good as the hidden camera Pepsi commercial a few years back or even the massively expensive Britney Spears and Michael Jackson extravaganzas.
The Michael Jordan vs. Michael Jordan was pretty good, but had been seen before and had a melancholy feel because watching Jordan slowly fade away in that uniform he's wearing today has certainly been a joyless exercise.
What about THE GAME? The Buccaneers certainly proved themselves more than worthy champions with their complete dominance of the first 42 minutes. They got a little careless up 34-3 and the Raiders deserve credit for not quitting and giving them a few queasy moments when they closed to 34-21.
Oakland fans will wonder -- but they really shouldn't wonder for too long -- if things might have been different had the officials not blown (surprise!) the pass interference call on the Bucs drive right after the blocked punt by the Raiders for a touchdown. The call, on a pass that was a good 3 yards out of bounds, allowed Tampa to kill a potentially critical four minutes.
Even so, you had to think if the Bucs defense had needed to dig in and get a stop in the final minutes, it would have. Bottom line: the better team won and boy are we going to spend a lot of time listening to Warren Sapp gloat the next few months. Did you think ABC had enough reaction shots of him?
In the end, the Super Bowl is always going to be America's biggest, most hyped sports event. It has now reached the point where news organizations send people out to cover the hype. Literally. At one point last week, a reporter from NFL Films was talking to a radio reporter for a piece on media hype while the radio guy was reporting to his host in the studio that he was talking to someone from NFL Films about her piece on media hype. He asked her a question, she asked him one. Football game? What football game?
One wonders, if the NFL decided one year to just play a normal football game -- one National Anthem, one half-time performer who gets off the stage in 15 minutes, NO post-game singing, no prattling owners, kickoff at the scheduled time and throw in some reasonably good officiating -- wouldn't the Super Bowl be more fun for everyone.
The football is terrific. I just wish it wasn't so much work to watch it.