What does the Super Bowl mean to me?
Not much, really.
My team isn’t in the game. I don’t give a rat’s patootie about deflated balls because I’m a cynic at heart and figure the whole thing is always and probably always will be just a on the positive side of crooked. That being said… go Seahawks. Yep, that’s how I’ll do it.
Katy Perry is the halftime show. I think there is exactly one Katy Perry song I like, which I liked on the radio and then I made the mistake of watching the video for it and she had fireworks on her boobs. Yep. But Lenny Kravitz is a special guest. How come Lenny Kravitz couldn’t just be the halftime show? I hear football fans are trending more toward women like me rather than men. Maybe this explains it. Of course, Katy Perry is a teen, twentysomething type and Lenny Kravitz has a sex appeal you’d have to be blind not to see.
The other thing about the Super Bowl are the ads. Everybody gets themselves in a tizzy over the ads. That’s all well and good when the ads air during, you know, the game. But this year half the ads seemed to be online, and causing carefully staged controversy (I’m looking at you, GoDaddy, because that was just tacky … but all your ads are so…), so I don’t really get the point of that anymore.
Mostly what the Super Bowl means to me is that we’re just a little bit closer to spring and sunshine and warmth.