Super Bowl XLVII...The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly

Rooting for no one in particular, I sat down in my favorite easy chair along with my four year old grandson Robert and watched this year's Super Bowl contest between the Baltimore Ravens and the San Francisco 49ers. Just prior to the big game I learned that Robert's favorite color was gold, therefor he was going to cheer on the 49ers. The Ravens already had one Super Bowl trophy and were looking to add another one against the young gold prospectors from San Fran.The team who the ageless Tony Bennett refers to as, "The City by the Bay," were looking to add a ring to their other hand. You see, they already owned five precious championship rings thanks to guys like Montana, Young, Rice, Craig, Lott, and a pretty good coach named Bill Walsh, and were preparing to be sized up for another. Breaking down the game I felt the MVP trophy should have gone to the Raven's "Jack of all trades," Jacoby Jones. His two electrifying plays that went for touchdowns broke the backs of the 49ers and sent them reeling. The Houston Texan's castoff played lights out! After his 107 yard scamper to begin the second half, I could hear the late "Dandy Don" Meredith singing..."Turn out the lights...The parties over." Shortly thereafter the lights did go out in the not so Super-Dome. I'm not saying quarterback Joe Flacco didn't have a great game, but it was Jones that 49ers coach Jim Harbaugh had no answer for. I felt that another receiver, Randy Moss who's playing days were over awhile ago, gathered more moss than footballs. He just couldn't get open. Randy was just being Randy, unaggressive for balls that were not served up to him on a gold platter. I don't expect him to be back next year for the 49ers, but he may show up at next year's Superbowl doing commercials for "PAM" nonstick cooking spray. The referring in this game was pretty ugly. Of course, isn't that the way the season started? No calls, bad calls, cat calls. Where were the replacement referees when you need them?  Kudos go out to the women of Super Bowl XLVII. Jennifer Hudson accompanied by the children from Sandy Hook Elementary School brought a tear to my eye with their rendition of, "America The Beautiful." Alecia Keyes played and sang a most respectful "National Anthem." And then there was Beyonce. I was delighted not to have to watch another "Geritol" group the likes of...The Rolling Stones, Tom Petty, or Aerosmith. She hit the field at halftime harder than an Ed Reed blast on poor 49ers' tight-end Vernon Davis. Upon watching the snowstorm of purple and yellow confetti at the conclusion of the game, and seeing Raven's players creating snow angels in the mess, Robert advised me, "My new favorite color is purple grandpa." With that, we proceeded to finish off our bag of "Rolled-Gold pretzels!