Super Bowl Madness

I don't much like football..... baseball (in my opinion) is the quintessential American game.  However, you can't dismiss all the hoopla that goes on when it's Super Bowl time.  (Well, I can dismiss it, but sometimes you just can't avoid it.)

Yesterday, friends J & J had a Super Bowl party.... huge television screen, a dining room table turned into a football-buffet, and whistles in the shapes of little footballs had all the men in football mode.  The ladies were talking about everything under the sun except football.  It was a great party, not because of the football game, but because the game was a good excuse to get all of the neighbors together.

The ladies did, however, take a break from talking to watch most of the commercials and the half-time show.  I had never heard of either of the two bands who were up there on the stage, but of course I have comments on both.  First of all, Bruno Mars..... I was totally impressed that these men were dressed so nicely, danced so well, and took pride not only in their appearance but in their performance. However, on the flip side, those Chili Pepper people...... do they not get paid enough for their singing to afford clothes to cover the top halves of their bodies? (Which wouldn't surprise me, because their songs were horrible, and they all looked like they had rolled out of bed minutes before jumping onto the stage.)

As for the commercials...... I loved the one with the family and the little girl with the Cheerios.... there are so many variations of 'family' in this world, so it's about time that people out there began to acknowledge and celebrate the fact that love comes in all sizes, shapes, and colors.  I also liked the commercial with Jerry Seinfeld and Jason Alexander... it was nice to see part of  the "Seinfeld" group back together again, if only for a minute or so.

My favorite commercial was with the puppy and the horse.... one puppy from a litter of pups kept going under the fence to get to the horse..... then that puppy gets sold and all the horses come to his rescue to keep him on the property so he could stay with his friend the horse.  Brought tears to mostly all of our eyes, and when we got home from the Super Bowl party, I looked it up on the Internet and watched it three times.  I cried again, and thought of our dog Gracie.

Is there anything more heart-breaking than the expression on that puppy's face as he's looking over his owner's shoulder as he's being carried away from his horse?  More proof positive that love comes in all sizes, shapes, colors.