Well this weekend wasn't at all what I was hoping for. BYU got clobbered at UNLV, and yesterday we got more proof that the Cubs will NEVER win. The most unlikely teams will all win championships in every sport possible, just to torment us Cubbies. Look for the Clippers to win the NBA in the next three years. And some team in Canada will finally win the Stanley Cup soon.
****Editor's Note
Why do Canadians drink from Mason jars?
They haven't had a Cup in thirty years!!!!
C'mon. That's funny. You know it is.
****
Anyway...
New Orleans Saints; Champions.
The Horsemen just called. They've stopped to get some beef jerky and a fountain drink at the Flying J in Tremonton, but they'll be here by noon.
While I wait, I'm going to post a bevy of rantings I like to call:
"Fatdaddy's Official Big Game Review"
I'll post 'em below when I finish 'em, so scroll down now and again to make sure you haven't missed anything new.
Showing posts with label Big Game Review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Big Game Review. Show all posts
Monday, February 8, 2010
Worst and Best Commercials
Frankly, the hype of Superbowl commercials has blown way overboard in recent years. I think the last memorable one was years ago. My all time favorite was that Snickers commercial awhile back where the Quarterback got a concussion and thought he was Batman. They sat him on the bench and took his helmet away and the tag line was "Not going anywhere for a while?"
I thought it was funny as H@!! but some group of professional complainers whined about how it was insensitive to people with head injuries and made Snickers take it off the air. I've suffered as many head injuries as any three people(that ought to be readily apparent to my readers), and I wasn't offended. PC thugs.
Anyway, I usually watch the commercials with trepidation. At least there were fewer sappy jewelry store spots this year (you already know how I feel about those).
The "Bad"
Easy. The runaway winner was that crappy Audi bit with the "Green Police". If you think that the best way to get me to spend seventy thousand dollars on a car is by going through my trash and threatening me to "go Green or else"; you need to think again. I am now less likely to buy their stupid car, even if I did have that kind of bread.
I dare the green police to go through my trash. They'll run into the same problem the identity thieves have at my house. When I toss Squizzle's dirty diapers, I don't roll em up, I just pitch 'em straight into the can. If someone wants to dig through that to steal my ID or trash me for not being "green"; I say enjoy!
Dishonorable Mentions:
The Talking Babies commercials. Disturbing. Very disturbing.
The Clydesdale spot. It's over guys. You can't beat a dead horse, but you can keep making lame attempts to sell beer with one. Time to try something new.
Any and all commercials with dudes in tightey-whiteys. We all know that it is a Man Card requirement to spend time in your drawers, but the Manly Manual says NOTHING about doing it in front of the largest TV audience of the year. And what about the fact that three or four of them all went this same route? If I was a company that paid that much for a thirty second spot and the next bit up was virtually the same thing...I'd be gettin' my money back. Again I ask you, WHO WRITES THIS STUFF?
Is there anyone in advertising with an original idea?
Yes. There is.
For the first time in about a hundred years, I saw a clever, original, laugh out loud, funny commercial! I couldn't believe it. I laughed for five minutes, then hit rewind on the Tivo to watch it again. Any guesses?
First, the Honorable Mention:
The Betty White/Abe Vagoda Snickers commercial. Funny. And it had Abe Vagoda. He's the Tobi. It is his place to hope for his people!
****Editor's Note
If you did not laugh at that, you need to shut off your computer and go watch the greatest movie ever made; "Joe Versus the Volcano". Do it now. Shame on you for not seeing it before.
****
....And the Winner.
Punxsatawny Polamalu.
When he gets scared of his shadow, six more weeks of football (I wish). That huge mane, hiding in a tree stump. "Jerk him outta there" the guy shouts. Very funny. Original. Awesome.
Of course it might have been more realistic to do Punxsatawny McNabb who is scared of his shadow and throws six more interceptions (Please, let my Eagles get rid of Donovan so they can be the next beneficiary of the Cubbie Curse. They haven't won in forever. They're due.)
Eagle jokes aside, this was easily the funniest commercial in a long time.
Anybody else have a favorite?
I thought it was funny as H@!! but some group of professional complainers whined about how it was insensitive to people with head injuries and made Snickers take it off the air. I've suffered as many head injuries as any three people(that ought to be readily apparent to my readers), and I wasn't offended. PC thugs.
Anyway, I usually watch the commercials with trepidation. At least there were fewer sappy jewelry store spots this year (you already know how I feel about those).
The "Bad"
Easy. The runaway winner was that crappy Audi bit with the "Green Police". If you think that the best way to get me to spend seventy thousand dollars on a car is by going through my trash and threatening me to "go Green or else"; you need to think again. I am now less likely to buy their stupid car, even if I did have that kind of bread.
I dare the green police to go through my trash. They'll run into the same problem the identity thieves have at my house. When I toss Squizzle's dirty diapers, I don't roll em up, I just pitch 'em straight into the can. If someone wants to dig through that to steal my ID or trash me for not being "green"; I say enjoy!
Dishonorable Mentions:
The Talking Babies commercials. Disturbing. Very disturbing.
The Clydesdale spot. It's over guys. You can't beat a dead horse, but you can keep making lame attempts to sell beer with one. Time to try something new.
Any and all commercials with dudes in tightey-whiteys. We all know that it is a Man Card requirement to spend time in your drawers, but the Manly Manual says NOTHING about doing it in front of the largest TV audience of the year. And what about the fact that three or four of them all went this same route? If I was a company that paid that much for a thirty second spot and the next bit up was virtually the same thing...I'd be gettin' my money back. Again I ask you, WHO WRITES THIS STUFF?
Is there anyone in advertising with an original idea?
Yes. There is.
For the first time in about a hundred years, I saw a clever, original, laugh out loud, funny commercial! I couldn't believe it. I laughed for five minutes, then hit rewind on the Tivo to watch it again. Any guesses?
First, the Honorable Mention:
The Betty White/Abe Vagoda Snickers commercial. Funny. And it had Abe Vagoda. He's the Tobi. It is his place to hope for his people!
****Editor's Note
If you did not laugh at that, you need to shut off your computer and go watch the greatest movie ever made; "Joe Versus the Volcano". Do it now. Shame on you for not seeing it before.
****
....And the Winner.
Punxsatawny Polamalu.
When he gets scared of his shadow, six more weeks of football (I wish). That huge mane, hiding in a tree stump. "Jerk him outta there" the guy shouts. Very funny. Original. Awesome.
Of course it might have been more realistic to do Punxsatawny McNabb who is scared of his shadow and throws six more interceptions (Please, let my Eagles get rid of Donovan so they can be the next beneficiary of the Cubbie Curse. They haven't won in forever. They're due.)
Eagle jokes aside, this was easily the funniest commercial in a long time.
Anybody else have a favorite?
The Grub
It's hard to gripe when the menu is put together by the Boss. We went with a garden theme this year and had lots of veggies. There was the usual tray of brocoli, cauliflower, cucumber, bell pepper and carrots with ranch dip.
Then the Boss fired up the deep fryer (all real big game food must be fried) and cranked out some first rate tempura. All of the previously mentioned veggies got the coat-and-cook treatment with the exception of the cauliflower and 'cukes. She also dipped mushrooms, sweet potatoes and zuchini.
Top it off with Wings for me (none of my uncultured children will eat them and I like it that way) and chicken nuggets for them and you have the makings of a pretty good spread. The only thing we forgot to do was make homeade root beer. We had done that for four or five years in a row, and this year it slipped our minds until it was too late to do anything about it.
The food was the best part of the day.
Then the Boss fired up the deep fryer (all real big game food must be fried) and cranked out some first rate tempura. All of the previously mentioned veggies got the coat-and-cook treatment with the exception of the cauliflower and 'cukes. She also dipped mushrooms, sweet potatoes and zuchini.
Top it off with Wings for me (none of my uncultured children will eat them and I like it that way) and chicken nuggets for them and you have the makings of a pretty good spread. The only thing we forgot to do was make homeade root beer. We had done that for four or five years in a row, and this year it slipped our minds until it was too late to do anything about it.
The food was the best part of the day.
The Game
Not a bad ballgame. I would have liked it to end a little differently, but at least it wasn't a snoozer. If the Saints had played anyone other than the Colts, I'd have cheered for them (But I'd have wanted my Eagles to be in the game instead).
But when you have two BYU guys on one team and none on the other, I'm slanting Coltward. Plus, as much as I respect Drew Brees (the guy is a top QB and a leader of the highest order), I have liked Peyton Manning longer and for the same reasons.
That said, I do like to see new blood at the top. It gets old watching the Yankees, Cowboys, and Lakers win year after year after year (especially since I despise those three. It would not get old to see the Jazz, Cubbies or Eagles win year after year after year).
As far as the game goes, it was about what I expected. The defenses rose up and played well; even bad defenses get tired of hearing that they are going to get lit up and though these aren't the best D's in the land, they do have world class athletes who had two weeks to prepare and only had to lay it out for sixty minutes. I thought both teams did a good job of limiting the damage inflicted by the opposing "juggernaut" offenses. I thought the defenses were pretty much even but you have to give an edge to the Saints; their "Pick Six" surely trumped Indy's masterpiece four down, goal-line stand.
Perhaps because of the elevated play of the D's (did Freeney look like a guy playing on one wheel?) I thought Brees and Manning looked pretty mediocre. Neither did much to write home about with one very obvious exception.
Coaching was even. With the onside kick call by Sean Payton, he proved he has guts and nerves of steel, but it only served to offset his bonehead call to go for it on fourth and goal at the end of the first half. Caldwell was his usual level headed best, and he danced with the girl that brought him.
Unfortunately the "girl" that brought him was Peyton Manning. Just when he looked like he was headed for the "greatest QB ever" throne, he tossed the worst interception of his career. The blame for this one goes all on him.
I love the guy, I'd have him start my team any day, but he has to take the fire for the loss. He was forcing passes all day (if you watch the replay see how many passes he throws that are traveling "nose down" through the air--a sure fire sign he's throwing too hard) and he finally found one he couldn't keep safe. It was gut wrenching to see the best QB of this generation looking like Brett Fah-vre stole his uniform for the most important play of the game.
You could tell by the look on his face as he went to the sideline that he knew it too. If you look over on the Colt bench, you can see the shadows of Vince Lombardi and Jerry Sloan waiting to take away his Man Card for throwing like a girl and blowing a Superbowl. He'll have to play better next year to get it back.
It will not be a good offseason in Indy.
But when you have two BYU guys on one team and none on the other, I'm slanting Coltward. Plus, as much as I respect Drew Brees (the guy is a top QB and a leader of the highest order), I have liked Peyton Manning longer and for the same reasons.
That said, I do like to see new blood at the top. It gets old watching the Yankees, Cowboys, and Lakers win year after year after year (especially since I despise those three. It would not get old to see the Jazz, Cubbies or Eagles win year after year after year).
As far as the game goes, it was about what I expected. The defenses rose up and played well; even bad defenses get tired of hearing that they are going to get lit up and though these aren't the best D's in the land, they do have world class athletes who had two weeks to prepare and only had to lay it out for sixty minutes. I thought both teams did a good job of limiting the damage inflicted by the opposing "juggernaut" offenses. I thought the defenses were pretty much even but you have to give an edge to the Saints; their "Pick Six" surely trumped Indy's masterpiece four down, goal-line stand.
Perhaps because of the elevated play of the D's (did Freeney look like a guy playing on one wheel?) I thought Brees and Manning looked pretty mediocre. Neither did much to write home about with one very obvious exception.
Coaching was even. With the onside kick call by Sean Payton, he proved he has guts and nerves of steel, but it only served to offset his bonehead call to go for it on fourth and goal at the end of the first half. Caldwell was his usual level headed best, and he danced with the girl that brought him.
Unfortunately the "girl" that brought him was Peyton Manning. Just when he looked like he was headed for the "greatest QB ever" throne, he tossed the worst interception of his career. The blame for this one goes all on him.
I love the guy, I'd have him start my team any day, but he has to take the fire for the loss. He was forcing passes all day (if you watch the replay see how many passes he throws that are traveling "nose down" through the air--a sure fire sign he's throwing too hard) and he finally found one he couldn't keep safe. It was gut wrenching to see the best QB of this generation looking like Brett Fah-vre stole his uniform for the most important play of the game.
You could tell by the look on his face as he went to the sideline that he knew it too. If you look over on the Colt bench, you can see the shadows of Vince Lombardi and Jerry Sloan waiting to take away his Man Card for throwing like a girl and blowing a Superbowl. He'll have to play better next year to get it back.
It will not be a good offseason in Indy.
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