Red Hot Pimp Roadkill Superbowl XLVIII Rundown

Never before in the history of the NFL has there been a stranger Superbowl, EVER.  The obvious omen to set off this chain of events was hands-down Joe Namath’s Roadkill Pimp mink coat!  Now I realize it is part of what this guy is known for, to wear loud coats, but this was just too much!  I was really rooting for the poor guy, seriously.  I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes as I stared at the man in his fluffy-wuffy fashionista attire, rooting for the old man.  I said aloud to Michael, “Maybe he can pull this moment off with the coin toss and look somewhat dashing and “chic” in a ridonkulous, eccentric sort of way.”   No sooner had I uttered the words and stifled my laughter when suddenly from no where, this star quarterback with 12 years’ NFL playing experience tosses the coin TOO EARLY and confuses everyone, saved by the referee.  Relive the moment with me, please.  It’s totally worth it.

 

*Sighs.*  Poor guy.  Absolute fail.  And this isn’t the only time he’s tried to bring a big show to add to his “legacy” only to cause millions of onlookers to face-palm and moan, but we’ll stick to the game.

Little did I know this little event was the first link in the chain reaction of strangeness that was to trail along for the rest of the event.  Discussing the quarter-by quarter rundown of the game is redundant.  It’s already all over the web.  But I do have one question:  Did the Broncos even bother to prepare?  Honestly, I think they would have done better if they had stood on the field and picked each others’ noses than to have displayed that debacle of…whatever that was!

I love to root for the underdog, and since I have nothing invested in either team, I figured I would root for the Broncs.  And who with a heart couldn’t pity the poor guys after that  early snap ended up in the end zone?  I mean…really?  Wow.  Skip ahead to the end of the 2nd, and  though I knew in my heart of hearts it wasn’t going to change, I still remained optimistic.  This was the Super Bowl after all, and something had to get exciting!  I felt bored and totally UN-entertained.  No excitement.

First half over, and time for the halftime show!  I was curious to see how these guys worked together!

How do you blend Bruno Mars with the Red Hot Chili Peppers? Although the strangeness of the match-up was fitting right in with the weird theme of the game, I was still curious to see how it would play out. So, do I think he did it?  Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…uh! Totally awesome show!  He brought his game face, and entertained with a LIVE voice…great show!  I LOVED the James Brown Dancing and drum solo.  And when the Chilli Peppers came on, you knew the song was building to it, and they came on playing my favorite song!  Woot! It was so great.  And they didn’t even bother to Try to blend.  They kept their own style, yet pulled it off.  The only disappointment for me was that Flea didn’t get at least 10 seconds of solo camera time.  I totally love that dude.

And the commercials?  I would say they were unremarkable if they weren’t so disappointing.  NONE of them were Super Bowl material.  For most, if they weren’t dumb, then they were totally NOT funny.  I’d rather have watched Joe Namath walk around with his dead muppet coat for entertainment than the commercials.  Sheesh.  If I had to pick, I would have to say that Budweiser had the best batting average, but   Coca-cola had a commercial that I liked best. I’ll link it at the end of this blog, which is coming soon, dear readers!

After the great halftime show,  I was carrying a little optimism.  Maybe the Broncos would come back…maybe the commercials would get better.  Anything is possible,  right?  So, the kick-off starts the game, Percy Harvin catches the ball, and he runs the ball 87 yards for a touchdown.  And that was it for me.  I was too angry to be deflated.  Seriously.  That was just embarrassing.  I refused to pity them any more.  They just were NOT playing football.  So, I picked up my hook and started to crochet.  The true roadkill wasn’t the muppet fluffy-wuffy pimp coat, it was the Denver Broncos.

The rest of the game, they say, is history.  The only moment of glory for the Broncos was one touchdown followed by a successful two-point conversion.  If they’d wanted to win as badly as they wanted to avoid a shut-out, they may have won.  Who knows.

I loved the “puppy” Budweiser commercial, but I don’t recall it being played until AFTER the game.  But, here is my favorite.  I think the majority of you will see why.  Total awesomeness.  I hope they run this one all year.

http://wordpress.com/read/post/id/43869434/1124297/

http://isayoui.wordpress.com/2014/02/03/theres-this-event-called-the-super-bowl/

http://wordpress.com/read/post/id/62450641/29/

http://wordpress.com/read/post/id/54859530/4505/

http://newamericangospel.wordpress.com/2014/02/02/worstdecision14/

Ta-ta for now!  When next I return, I promise some crochet magic!