Monthly Archives: January, 2008
Super Bold Ads?
Some of the real winners and losers on Super Bowl Sunday will be nowhere near the field. Oh they’ll be sweating alright, but not because of the desert sun. You see, Sunday is a make or break day for all the ad executives behind those multi-million dollar, hit or miss commercials. These ad execs came up with the concepts that cost the advertisers more than $2 million for 30 seconds of your time. So unlike the stakes for Eli Manning, failure for the ad companies is not an option.
So, will this year’s crop of commercials score with Super Bowl viewers or sail far from the mark like one of Olindo Mare’s botched field goals? Take a look at a few of these pre-released ads and judge for yourself.
Who Dat…
…Say dey gonna beat dem Hornets? Who Dat? Who Dat?
Our team is on a roll. They’ve got the second best record in the NBA. They’re on a 9 game winning streak, one that could be extended if they take care of business against the Golden State Warriors tonight. Their record currently sits at 32-12. One more win, and they tie a franchise record. And no matter how awkward it feels, we’re forcing ourselves to care.
Gag-worthy Game Day Gadgets
Let’s face it; only losers, hermits, and weirdos watch the Super Bowl alone. After all, the Super Bowl ain’t just about the game, it’s about the party. It’s about the chips, the dip, the calories, and the beer, oh…the beer! It’s about rating the commercials with loud boos or uproarious laughter. And most importantly, it’s about all the super silly Super Bowl party gadgets you can waste money on to impress your friends.
Below are just a few picks that “tackled” our attention.
(Warning: May cause excessive eye rolling)
Are You Smarter Than a Giants Fan?
As if we needed another reason to hate the Patriots, a new completely unnecessary and biased report by a Boston columnist touts Patriots fans are smarter and “classier” than their New York counterparts. Oh yes my friends, we couldn’t make this stuff up. Read the article that’s guaranteed to make even non-Giants fans mumble aloud “Go eff yourself…”
The First Step is Admitting It
I imagine the way I feel right now is kind of how Amy Winehouse felt when they tried to make her go to rehab. I’m anxious, scared, confused, angry, and I may even have a touch of the shakes. (Unlike Amy, my hair isn’t weighed down by 5 pounds of hairspray and I don’t smell like 3-day old piss.) Still, the sad reality of football season coming to an end has me down in the dumps. Soon, they’ll try to make me watch Arena, and to that I say: “NO, NO, NO!”
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