Superbowl Sunday brings the usual media frenzy of hype, the game, half time and the annual contest of advertising agencies spending outrageous sums to outwit, outplay and deliver the biggest buzz for their clients. Jacob has a few buddies over, and earlier I voluminously cooked two pots of chili after surviving a grocery shop with my teens. (Amazing what gets put in the cart when mom isn't looking. Good times!) I completely washed the pans when I switched from the meat recipe to the vegetarian version. Even two different wooden spoons with two different rests. (Just to give you a complete picture.) It's almost time to settle in and see what this year has to offer. I might have already seen my favorite commercial previewed (what's up with that?) on the web this morning of Matthew Broderick reviving Ferris Bueller in the most adorable production imaginable. Kudos to Honda for such an excellent effort. The game is about to begin. Time to go.
Post Game: What was the deal with the mass Vogue graphics on the field during halftime? (How many screens was that?) A little odd to see this Condé Nast icon interjected in to the biggest athletic event of the year.
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