Yay for the Saints! They outplayed, and outfoxed the Colts, all the way around.
The commercials: The ones that didn't suck outright were uniformly unfunny, violent, and jaw-droppingly misogynistic. A man that goes shopping with his wife/girlfriend has no spine? WTF? Did we time-travel to 1972 or something?
The halftime show: How does a band get so bad they butcher their own music? It would have been more entertaining if Pete Townshend had gone down with a broken hip. A case where time-traveling to 1972 would have been an improvement.
The announcers: Uttered gems such as these-'they've practiced really hard for this game'. Really?! Sentient insight there, fellas. /snerk.
There's a little more green, and a few buds of new life to be found on the trees and shrubs around here, a hint of the Spring to come.
It's been a really cold Winter for these parts, with a lot of rain. But there are other hints of the new season to come. Such as pitchers and catchers reporting in 11 days. And Daylight Saving Time rolls in on March 14th. The change is already noticeable, with daylight creeping in a bit earlier every day and creeping back out a bit later in the afternoon.
Knocking out a few chores here around the house this morning, and we'll be tuning in to the big game tonight. While this is an all-Peyton, all the time time house (SO is a Vol through and through), I can't help but root Geaux Saints!