In a football year that had one of the best games ever--the BCS Rose Bowl Championship game between Texas and USC--the Super Bowl was bound to disappoint. It has every time, after all, since Joe Montana, Jerry Rice, Ronnie Lott, and Tom Rathman left football.
This particular game was decided by the Steelers' smart plan of stalling until an opportune moment, whereupon a trick play or an interception would provide the points their team needed to win. I liked seeing the Seahawks' line surge--they seemed to own the line for long swaths of the game--but that dominance did not result in a win. They didn't break one, and Matt Hasselback floated some passes, and his receivers looked like high schoolers dropping passes.
Vince Young, where art thou?
Certainly the hype around the Super Bowl, the hype of which must represent anything a "real" America has in this age, annoys me. Our local Cox distributor plugs in these bad ads for random local stuff, blocking out the new advertising for unrecognizable things, like mutual funds and non sequitor cell phone company ads. I actually like commodification, since if it's taken far enough, it takes on an awesom camp aspect.