First of all, let me say that I thought all Superbowl half-time shows would be forever eclipsed by the heavy flop of Janet Jackson's pasty-clad boob. Not so. Prince has taken back the half-time show in a big way. And he didn't even need to bare any skin. Unlike the football game, which was something of a comedy of errors, Prince's performance was spot-on. He's a pro. I'm not a Prince fan like Laundro is a Prince fan. Still, I like me some Prince every now and again, and Sunday night was one of those times. I've got a particular weakness for the '1999' and 'Purple Rain' era of Prince tunes. They remind me of the little white jam-box I got when I was nine, and Little Red Corvette on the tape deck.

So yeah. Half-time was crazy good.

And then there was the football game itself. A good game overall. Pretty exciting, thanks in large part to the rain. And you know what, okay, I'm going to stop beating around the bush, here. I haven't always been a fan of Payton Manning. I don't like it when his team beats the Broncos. But I'm going to show how big a man I can be and just come out and say it: I'm glad he finally got that Superbowl ring. The big game has evaded him for several seasons, and well, he deserves it. I know a lot of people love to hate Manning because he's just so damn good on the field and cool under pressure, and if he's not on your team those are bad qualities to have. And on top of that he's annoyingly funny and likable in those Mastercard and Sprint commercials. The guy's got talent and charm. Okay, okay. We get it. But come on, how much Payton Manning can we take already? Well, I'm willing to put all of that bitterness aside and say, "Good for you Manning." I'm happy for you.

But Prince stole the show.

link to this | comments (7) | File:  Music  Football