A
SuperBowl is a really
nice container
By Alex Carrier
Down
stuffs pillows and
duvets. Tackle is used
for fishing. Yardage is a
piece of fabric.
Kick-off. Frenzied fans
watch teams (and
companies) fight for
bragging rights.
Hidden behind platters
of snacks or settled
between computer monitor
and plasma screen, other
fans yearn for a
different play. They wait
with quiet anticipation
for their double delight:
commercials and half-time
show.
We are many, these
fans who salivate for
that conversational
caviar of the water
cooler and coffee klatch.
We drool over every
half-time mishap or
malfunction. We chew our
way through new
commercials to find the
ones that satisfy and the
ones that leave a bad
taste.
The commercials begin
and we appear with
platters of flavor to
distract others from our
attention to the play
between the plays.
Half-time arrives and we
eagerly await the one
moment of performance
disaster that will fuel
gossips, newscasters and
tabloids for days or even
weeks to come.
Some of us will suffer
silently through
color-commentary,
second-guessing, instant
replays and armchair
quarterbacking. Many of
us will simply hide far
away from the broadcast
blast.
But, late tonight,
huddled expectantly over
savory reheated
leftovers; we will scan
past our recordings of
the game to replay and
review every exorbitant,
expensive second of new
commercials and half-time
entertainment. And we
will lay computer
skid-marks along the
on-ramp of the
information highway as we
race to see the standings
on the World Wide Web and
find out how the real
winners in tonight’s came
are – besides us, of
course.
