Paul for Super Bowl MVP
The commercials were unspectacular this year, the game was sloppy, but you had to like the halftime show by the Artist Formerly Known as Paul McCartney. He still does a better Paul McCartney impression than anyone. "Drive My Car" served as an inspired opening number, and the overwrought, ridiculous, bombastic "Live and Let Die" finally found, after all these years, its proper venue. I always thought that song needed fireworks exploding in the background.
McCartney played better than the Eagles. The game didn't have much suspense, despite the deceptive final score of 24-21. The Eagles in the fourth quarter played as though they were absolutely determined to cover the spread. They did just that, thanks to a beautiful pass by McNabb. (And incidentally, Clinton correctly called the game, saying the oddsmakers had too big a spread. He and his new best friend President Bush the Elder marched on the field with lots of WW2 veterans in a pre-game event that threatened to turn into a re-enactment of the landing at Normandy.) Otherwise the Eagles plodded along, apparently unaware of such recent innovations in the game as the no-huddle offense. Actually winning the game didn't seem to cross their minds.
New England is an admirable team that, for this fan, still has almost no personality. I won't be able to analyze the Patriots' victory until I break down the game film, but in principle a dynastic team (Steelers in the 70s, 49ers in the 80s, Cowboys in the 90s, etc.) should cut a dramatic profile, in which, years later, you can still name the team's stars. This Patriots bunch is approximately as exciting as Merrill Lynch. Their flashiest, most dazzling move is to let cutie-pie Tom Brady sit for an interview.
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