What Kind Of Guy Am I?

I’m writing, sitting at my desk at the TV station with Mick Jagger strutting on the monitor just above my head. It is Super Bowl Sunday and I couldn’t care less.

What kind of guy am I? Where is my testosterone on the primo sports night of the year?

Actually, on my way in, I realized I wasn’t the only one who didn’t care. There’s a certain holiday feel I sometimes notice while driving to work – an elegant emptiness that was missing today.

I didn’t see any cars until I got to the first main road, about a mile from my house. From then on in, it was anything but deserted.

There were three people behind the counter at Dunkin’ Donuts as I went in for my medium coffee, cream and one Splenda. That’s normal for an early Sunday evening.

What you miss by not being ‘into’ the Super Bowl is the shared national experience of the commercials! it’s our sales manager’s dream come true.

I’ve caught a glimpse from time-to-time, but nothing has stood out. The “I’m going to DisneyWorld” is cute. So was Kathy Griffin as an airport security guard (I wish I could remember the name of the drink she was confiscating).

Are there no breakout spots this year? Maybe I’ve just been away at all the operative moments.

Maybe I should have DVR’ed the game for the ads. how weird is that wish?

2 thoughts on “What Kind Of Guy Am I?”

  1. I have the TV on in case there are any great plays or, more importantly, any great ads.

    I must admit, I don’t know who Kathy Griffin is. However, the drink was Sierra Mist, or something like that.

    So far, it has been pretty disapointing. Maybe I’ve been watching too much innovation online to fine any of this old broadcast stuff interesting.

  2. Geoff,

    Did you miss the Leonard Nimony spot for Alleve? Brilliant use of a pop culture icon. And I loved the Bud spot with the Clydesdale pony. Very tender. Walt Disney could have directed it.

    Two keepers, for sure.

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