"He instinctively can find the shining greatness of our American culture and does a good job of highlighting it (although he also does have those rare lapses when he writes about hockey, but that is something caused by impurities in the Eastern waters or something)." Erik Keilholtz
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Makes the last entry seem downright prescient. (Wonder if DeShaun Fosteret al showboated their way to the losers' locker room after the final gun?)
For a New England fan, it's an unexpected and astonishing pleasure to have a team that unfailingly rises to the occasion. It plays havoc with Puritan theories of preordained failure. The Bambino, turns out, didn't play football.
As for all the Super Bowl hype and crass ads ($2.3 million for 30 seconds of flatulent horse?) and the she-Jackson's unwatchable Weimar cabaret at halftime, the ever eloquent Ever So Humble puts it well:
Halftime show was beyond silly. Smoky stadium in second half from ridiculous theatrical explosions. Janet's boob, yeah, whatever. Why not toss a few Christians to the lions while you're at it, MTV. It's all been done.
Hey what about this novel idea: a marching band and some baton twirlers. University of Houston looked like they'd be good, if somebody would get the writhing nipple-studded leather-clad lip-syncing tarts and baggy-pants finger-pointing crotch-grabbers out of the way. Remember marching bands? They're Rhythm Nation too, ya know.
It's been suggested that football represents America as Rome, and baseball, America as Athens. (Though last night's halftime show probably qualifies as Cretan.)
Great win last night. Great team, the Pats, and great season. But as for the rest of the Super Bowl, give me a Home RunDerby marathon. I'll take the World Series and Athens.