It's just not a halftime show without JT. Okay, I'm over it. What's your favorite Super Bowl commercial? My favorite of all time was from 1994. That's an estimate. It was a Lay's Potato Chip ad starring Elijah Wood, then of little fame. He was this kid at a football game. I think he was wearing a red shirt. Anyway, he started out with bad seats, and kept trading his Potato chips for progressively better seats. In the front, he traded with Donald Trump or Dan Quayle or someone, I don't remember. And then at the end he traded with Troy Aikman, who was on the field, in the game. Then Eli became the quarterback. Shutup, it was adorable. And yes, I probably only thought that because I loved him.
(Note: Sara's childhood teen dream obsessions: Macaulay Culkin, Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Elijah Wood.) But it was adorable nonetheless, enough so that I remember it 10 years later.
Oh yeah, and then there was some football game. Go Patriots. They won, obviously. I celebrated. Not because I'm a team-jumper, but because the Patriots are legitimately my number 2 team. I know, I know... the NY/Boston conflict. Listen - I will forever hate the Red Sox. I could move to Boston next year and live there the rest of my life. I am a Yankees fan. As for football, I am a Jets fan. That's right, a sucky Jets fan. You see (enter cheesy 80's TV wavy dream lines here)... My dad is a Jets fan. He was born in Brooklyn and has lived his entire life as a Jets fan. One of the crazy ones, that still references the '68 season to make himself feel better, sort of like Al Bundy and high school football. When I was younger, I broke his heart and decided I was a Giants fan. (It's okay - my brother liked the Dolphins.) I had a few good years with the team. Jumbo, Dave Megget, my man LT... all them cats. But then thats when football wasn't really about the game, but about the money. One team didn't stay consistent from one year to the next. For the next year or two I tried (in vain) to keep up and remain true to my players. That drove me crazy, as I ended up cheering for at least 10 teams. That wasn't going to work. But none of my Giants were Giants anymore. So, I found the greatest concentration of them and went with that. And where was that concentration you amy wonder? Well, I'll tell you. I found that in a little team called the Patriots. So, a Patriots fan I became. Then the story drones on a bit more, with my Patriots disbanding further and whatnot. Turns out, some of them ended up with the Jets. Then, I got too old and confused to follow everyone around, so I found a few players I liked, deemed the Jets worthy of my adoration, and became a Jets fan, for better or for worse. Yes, mostly worse. But they're my team now. New York pride. Yeah, umm, if there was a train of thought back there, it left the station a while ago, and I forgot to hop aboard. I apologize for that. Anyway... I went to a friend's house and we watched the Super Bowl and it was a good time and stuff. Yeah. |