It wasn’t the same. Once again, the Rona has done a ruination on a highly anticipated event for all mankind. Yes, it was uplifting. Yes, it was great that all the first line workers were honored. Yes, the pre-game singing was awesome. (Don’t ask me about The Weekend’s half-time show; no idea what was going on with that.) Yes, the new Progressive Un-Parent commercial was hilarious. (I laugh because it’s funny; I laugh because it’s true.)
But where was the King of Beers? Where was Matthew McConaughey driving around in a Lincoln no one will ever buy talking some nonsense no one will ever understand but doesn’t care because he’s pretty? Instead, we got Flat Matthew. Flat Matthew? What the hell was that? Might as well kept running that Weekend performance with his mummy crew.
Sidebar: Fortunately, the Puppy Bowl did not disappoint. Animal Planet seems to know what CBS does not: can never go wrong with Snoop and Martha. Especially when they are holding puppies and making cocktails. Look at that furry little face! (I refer, of course, to Martha.) Come on, CBS! It’s like you’re not even trying.
But the game itself did not disappoint. If you’re a Tom Brady fan. (Which, if you are, you should stop reading and go have a nap on some train tracks.) I was surprised to learn that Tampa Bay was actually billed as the underdog. Seems like a whole bunch of betting people forgot the part where old age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill.
I mean, come on. Tom Brady is 43 years old and looks like a Greek god; Patrick Mahomes looks like he lost his retainer in the school cafeteria. That should have told everyone right there that the youngster didn’t have a shot against TB12. Apparently, that’s what we’re calling Brady now. Ugh. Did no one learn from remember the time Prince changed his name to a symbol? And Snoop became a lion?
Look, I’m not calling Brady a lizard person, but my husband is 43 years old; I know what a 43 year old human looks like. And that ain’t it. Even for a professional athlete. Drew Brees and Peyton Manning, anyone? So…. does he have that body and those Chiclet teeth and all that hair on his head instead of his back because he eats veggies and works out and manscapes? Or is it because he eats babies and wears their faces as a mask? Just wondering…
Actually, I was a bit torn between my desire to see Tom Brady have a hissy fit on the sidelines because he is losing (no need to question that; we all see it), and my love for the Tampa Bay football team. I have been a Buccaneers fan since I was 14 years old. That’s when I visited Tampa Bay with my cousins, went to the stadium, got the t-shirt, and wore it proudly all through high school. You know, until the freshman 15 made it too small. Forty years later, on team change and my dedicated life of Buccaneers fandom is ruined by that giant tool TB12. So bitter.
Fortunately, the highlight of the game featured neither team. It was Tony Romo and his pee pee stain. Not that it was surprising. I said to my human husband the first time he and Jim Nantz were onscreen, “It’s the Sup3r Bowl. You could cut butter with the crease in Jim Nantz’s pants; looks like Romo picked off the floor and wore the same dirty khakis he wore to his third cousin’s rehearsal dinner last summer.”
The best part is that you know the cameraman did it on purpose. It would have been easy to make sure no one ever saw the pee pee stain on air. But no, it’s everywhere. Know why? Payback. Can’t bother to shave, looks like he came off a three day (read: week) bender; sounds like he smokes pot 24/7, wrinkled—and later pee stained—pants. Cameraperson who has to look/hear/smell that every game finally got a little joy. (I’m not saying it’s true; I’m just saying.) And the world rejoiced, regardless of team affiliation. God Bless America.
So, at the end of the game, Tom Brady won. Again. Patrick Mahomes lost because he hadn’t fully recovered from the concussion he got after being zapped in the head with a Jewish space laser. Or something like that. A bunch of people lost a whole lotta monies. My cousins and I need to plan a return to Tampa Bay. And Tony Romo showed us that even during a pandemic, every crappy thing has a silver lining.