Super Bowl XLIII is over. Actually, I really didn't care who was playing this year. I watched because I always love the commercials.
But this year's commercials were really not that memorable.
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I liked the Budweiser commercials with the Clydesdales and Dalmatians. Those are always good. My favorite of the five was the one where the lovesick Clydesdale went after his dancing horse lady love to the tune of "Mountain High, River Deep."
And the updated Mean Joe Green Coca-Cola commercial.
Other than that. Not so much.
As for the game, I had to laugh when that Harrison guy was running back an interception and I thought he was getting so tired he was happy to be taken down at the goal line! The next time I saw him, he was sitting on the bench, getting oxygen.
The half-time show may have been the best-ever. Bruce Springsteen was fabu, though I thought he may hurt himself, bending over backward the way he did!
It may have been the shortest concert he ever did. The two times I saw him, the concert was about four hours long!
I was invited to two Super Bowl parties. My brother wanted my mother and me to come over, too.
We decided to stay in. I never got out of my pajamas.
I made tacos and that's what we ate while watching the game, er, commercials.
I kind of thought that this digital TV thing was something the manufacturers came up with to sell more, expensive TVs. Actually, it's really something. My brother bought my mother a flat screen as an early birthday present (she's going to be 80 on Feb. 10).
We got some good news last week. Scott does not have to go to Afghanistan. Woo hoo!