Nice goal

This is a very nice goal.

Christian Ronaldo gets much of the credit for the well-placed header. I much prefer the through pass and the cross that led to the header. Both were very nice.

Superbowl

I am somewhat pleased that da' Bears did not win the Superbowl. I unjustifiably do not like them. I am glad that Peyton and the Ponies (known to all New Englanders and the 45 horsemen of the Apocalypse) won. Maybe Peyton won't need so much marketing exposure to sustain his ego.
The game was rather boring. Neither team looked like a Superbowl team (nothing like the '98 Broncos). The Colts, nevertheless, looked less unlike a Superbowl team, which is why they won. I personally was floored by the Artist Formerly Known as Some Symbol's halftime performance. Thankfully we had some Pepto on hand.
The commercials were very much below par. None of them really stood out. I found some of them quaint and/or amusing. I liked the Coco-Cola ads (1 and 2). I thought they were creative. I thought this Bud ad was quaint. The Garmin ad was by far the strangest. The Career Builder ads were fair (here and here and here), but not really better than the older monkey ones, which I liked. The Doritos ad won in the physical comedy department. Probably the best ad was the K-Fed Nationwide Commercial. I don't like Kevin Federline-Spears in any sense of the word. I think he has as much talent as air. That is probably why I found the ad clever.
Let me know what you thought of the ads, if you thought of the ads at all.
That is all.

On football

David Letterman says that Bill Belichick "for one reason or another, dresses like a sherpa."
I am amazed that the Saints lost. They had Drew Brees as their quaterback. Drew Brees had statistically the best season ever for a quaterback who moved to another team in another conference after suffering a shoulder injury in a playoff game at the end of the previous season. And no such quaterback had ever lost the NFC Championship game. They should have had a lock on the game.
I am glad that two good coaches, Tony Dungy (a Christian) and Lubby Smith, are taking their teams to the Super Bowl. I could care less that they are African-American. What difference does it make? How is this a significant event? We are so far from where MLK dreamed that we would one day be. Why do so many people, primarily civil rights people, have to continually make ethnicity an issue? Why do so many people have to point out that Dungy and Smith are black? It seems so silly to me. Why can't we all just get along?
That is all.

Where is Brady to be found?

Peyton can now cancel the 6-foot sub he had ordered for Super Bowl Sunday.
I am quite impressed. I left watching the game during half-time to take my wife to work. The score was 21-6 in favor of the Patriots. I thought Peyton was getting another visit to his favorite locale, the woodshed. When I came back, the score was Pats 28, Colts 21. I was so shocked I threw up every meal from the past week. Something must have been wrong with our satellite signal. When it snows, the snow accumulates on our dish, resulting in the loss of signal. I had cleaned off the dish earlier in the day. Maybe I needed to do it again. I must have been dreaming. Perhaps I slipped in the kitchen and hit my head, and was now unconscious. There was no way the Powerful Pats could give up such a lead, and to such a person as Peyton the Powerless.
I continued to watch the game, knowing full well that what had happened was a fluke, and that the Peerless Pats would soon exert their will and put an end to this foolishness. Yet, they never did. They allowed the Cowardly Colts to stay in the game. They even allowed them to attain the lead with less than a minute left. I worried not, for the Caped Crusaders of New England had a weapon mere mortals could not stop. They had Brady the Brave, champion of a thousand battlefields. Yet, somehow (probably demons of some sort), Brady the Beau failed.
How could this happen? How on this side of Shiloh could Belichick, the Patriot Prestidigitator, lose? How could the Pusillanimous Ponies of Indy, without help from a nuclear arsenal, stop Brahmin Brady? Is this the first sally of the Apocalypse? Is Dungy one of the Four Horsemen? Whatever shall we do?

Peyton's plans

I, like most People Magazine subscribers, am interested in the what the stars do. I am especially interested in what athletes do when the are not athleting. I was excited to find out that Peyton Manning is planning the same activity as me on Super Bowl Sunday.