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Please, no Peas in Indy next season

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Column by Jim Clark

When you’re not really rooting for either team, the Super Bowl becomes just another game. That’s what it was for a lot of people last Sunday.

Usually, I write a lot about the commercials, but that’s getting old after all these years, so later we’ll just mention a couple.

But there are a lot of things in the news about this past week’s activities.

First, the game: It wasn’t bad. In fact, when Pittsburgh got the ball just before the two-minute warning, trailing by six, I thought they would pull it out behind Ben Rothlisberger, who I definitely didn’t want to be the hero. But he failed on fourth down and Green Bay ran out the clock.

But there was also news elsewhere.

The patriotic theme of the pre-game, at least starting at about 6 o’clock (I didn’t turn it on until then) was well done, until we got to the National Anthem. Then Christina Aguilera started to sing, and before you could ask, “Is she singing the ‘American’ National Anthem?” she messed up the words.

My argument is this: Why do we have to have pop singers “entertaining” us with these weird renditions of the Star Spangled Banner?

Since we have a patriotic theme, why not rotate the anthem from year to year among the military bands … Army Band one year, Navy Band the next, Marine Band, etc. Then you know it would be played with respect, and it wouldn’t get botched to where the performance was the laughingstock of the entire evening.

So then we moved along to halftime. Along came the Black Eyed Peas, who gave halftime a black eye. The music was terrible, the costumes were terrible, and I eventually hit the mute button.

I have to ask something. The lead-in to Sunday Night Football is Faith Hill singing “I’ve Been Waiting All Day for Sunday Night.” The lead-in to Monday Night Football is Hank Williams Jr. singing “All My Rowdy Friends,” better known as “Are You Ready for Some Football?”

These two people are about as country as you can get. The NFL is smart by using them, since country music is currently this nation’s most popular genre. In addition, the game was in, of all places, Texas. You see where I’m going with this?

You mean they couldn’t find a country singer and band to perform at halftime? They had to give us the Black Eyed Peas? Next time, please, no Peas. But next year the game will be in Indianapolis, so maybe we’ll get Jim Nabors singing “Back Home Again in Indiana.” (If you don’t know what I’m referring to, watch the Indy 500 in May).

As for the ads, most of the attention is going to the little kid dressed as Darth Vader, but I can’t even tell you what he was pushing.

My favorite was Bridgestone Tires, which had a beaver or woodchuck (or something) pulling a branch across the road. A car comes at him, and he gets the “deer in the headlight” look, but the car is able to swerve and avoid him, presumably because of the tires. Then it goes to six months later, and the same driver is coming down the road, and a tree falls in front of him and he stops. He gets out and sees that the road on the other side is washed out, and he was saved by that same critter. They salute each other, and the commercial ends.

Amid a bunch of ads dominated by beer, I thought it was unique and refreshing. But then, I’m more partial to critters than to Darth Vader.

 

Jim Clark is the editor of the South Marion Citizen. He can be reached at 352-854-3986 or at editor@smcitizen.com.