Super Bowl XLI: Indianapolis Colts vs. Chicago Bears
Much like the prom or New Year’s Eve, Super Bowl Sunday is a day that almost can’t help but fall short of the hype. And there was plenty of hype: two weeks' worth of build up, six and a half hours (or VI and I/II hours in Super Bowl math) of pregame programming, expensive commercials, a glitzy halftime show, and a game. Despite consistently unmet expectations, I wouldn’t have my Super Bowl any other way. OK. Enough chitchat. On to the game. Since my limited writing ability won’t allow me to be more creative, I will now discuss the game in chronological order. Pregame: I admit that I did not watch all of the pregame festivities, but I did see the Cirque du Soleil performance. With bright colors that could cause seizures in the blind, strange, mashed up animals that make the platypus seem reasonable and Gloria Estefan, I believe I now know what it’s like to take acid. This couldn’t be too far from what Hunter S. Thompson saw when he blinked. This is what ...