It’s not many mornings that I get a chance to see my kids off at the bus. When I do, it’s always a good day. Won’t be long now before there’s no need for a flashlight.
I’m pretty much obligated to watch the Super Bowl. As an ad guy and all, I know that for the next couple of weeks, people will ask me what I thought about the ads. So I watch. For the record, I didn’t think there was a lot to write home about. There were some decent spots. I laughed out loud a few times. I was surprised at what some companies spent. And the game? Pretty darn good. I wanted the Steeelers but found myself happy when Larry Fitzgerald sprinted into the endzone to take the lead. And when Santonio Holmes reeled in that catch and managed to keep two feet in, well, I was happy again.
But maybe what I noticed to most about the Super Bowl was the halftime show. Springsteen. The guy is still a showman. I’ve seen him live a couple of times — but not for something like a two decades or something. So when he made for the piano and jumped up on it with a low degree of sprightliness, alarm bells went off for me. When he jumped from the piano, I winced. And when he was down with the microphone, I was sure his knees weren’t going to allow him to get back with any grace whatsoever.
I guess I was relatively wrong. And, judging from posts like this and the tweets in response, perhaps I’m in a distinct minority.