Hope you had an awesome weekend. Welcome to the 50th post here at Fiction and Copy Decoded.
My Sunday yesterday started out like any other. That means shopping. And this week the weather wasn’t too bad, so no reason to cancel (although there were huge mounds of snow on each side of the road, that had been pushed by the plows).
I was pleased to see some of the comics took advantage of the fact that Groundhog Day and Super Bowl Sunday coincided this year. And Phil saw his shadow. Six more weeks of winter. I won’t even try to spell that name that comes before “Phil,” and I still don’t get the weeks of winter thing. Stuff doesn’t thaw here ’til March or April anyway, a lot of the time.
The paper had a coupon for a free sandwich at Dunkin’ Donuts. It would’ve been a shame to pass that up. They’d run out of chicken, so the guy at the counter made me a turkey, egg, and cheese croissant instead (good enough to have paid for, by the way).
The day was winding down.
And at 5:30, the Super Bowl started. Super Bowl XLVIII (48 is much easier, wouldn’t you say? It’s also less impressive).
I was impressed that the ref asked the captains of both teams to shake hands—even though they do that every time, probably. I enjoyed Joe Namath’s accidental too-quick coin flip. He got caught up in the moment, maybe. I would’ve done the same thing. Millions of eyeballs on me? I don’t want to think about it.
I also don’t really care who plays the Super Bowl. The action is the main thing for me. To see dudes exercise the skills they’ve honed over their professional lives on a national stage. To see people doing the best they can.
To be fair, I was all set to write you today about how awesome it was for the Seattle Seahawks to get to a Super Bowl.
I knew almost nothing about the Seahawks, except what went on in the pregame show, which was they had the number one defense in the league. Denver’s number one offense against Seattle’s Legion of Boom number one defense. Fine.
The Denver Broncos had a record-setting season, fit to be capped off by winning a Super Bowl in Manning’s second year with the team. Over 70 touchdowns scored by Denver in one season. It seemed like the game was in the Broncos’ bag, or would be a super-close nail-biter type of match you’d be sorry to miss, with Denver taking the trophy.
And I, with some others, was DEAD WRONG.
After a safety twelve seconds into the game (the fastest score ever for a Super Bowl), the Seahawks steamrolled the Broncos, 43-8. The Seahawks scored about eight ways to Sunday—touchdowns, a safety, kickoff return, interception return. The Broncos didn’t get shut out, but they obviously didn’t win either.
I’m not gonna armchair. If pro football were so easy, everyone would do it (and no one would get paid). Both teams won by showing up (there’s a lesson for life and business). A lot of teams never got the chance to give the Super Bowl a shot.
Something that stuck out to me this year: with four 15 minute quarters, the game should only take an hour, right? It went for about 3 and a half (5:30-9:00 CST), not including postgame or pregame commentary.
I got to stuff my face with little barbecue beef sandwiches, chips, and cheese pizza, which added to the fun (my #2 favorite part of Super Bowl Sunday, after commercials).
The commercials weren’t as good as previous years (even though I think GoDaddy learned to tone down the shock value from last year, and I’m glad). But still, some commercials intrigued, confused, or amused me this year. I’ll be getting on that, starting with tomorrow’s post. Along with some commentary that I hope will help you in your writing and marketing, whether you write fiction or emails (or both).
Make sure to swing by, all right?
Oh, and I didn’t know Bruno Mars was such an awesome drummer. 🙂 I loved the half-time show (the parts that I understood, anyway).
Until next time,