Half-time hijinks

Quick thoughts about tonight’s halftime show at Super Bowl XL. The Super Bowl organizers teamed up the Rolling Stones in Motown, just like they would pair up peanut butter and spaghetti. Criticisms that the NFL missed an opportunity seemed to ring true.

Don’t get me wrong, the Stones seemed like a nice act although one viewer noted that Mick danced like a 60-year-old grandma. However, the fact that the NFL wouldn’t take advantage of the homegrown Detroit talent is an indication of this post-Janet world that we live in.

Since that horrible faux pas that brought Western civilization to the brink of collapse, the NFL has changed the rules with the Rolling Stones this year and Paul McCartney last year. All these rules are geared to avoid another wardrobe “malfunction.”

Thanks to my exclusive access to Paul Tagliabue’s computer, here they are:

– They must be older. Perhaps because they’re less likely to do … you know.
– They must be British. I don’t know why it is, maybe the “No sex please, we’re British” rule is in effect.
– They must be men. Hey, if there _is_ a “malfunction,” it will be less serious because they’re dudes.

Following this pattern, we should expect to see another aging British icon hauled up on stage for Super Bowl XLI. A friend suggested Sting.

I don’t mind that they’re Brits. I guess it’s sort of cultural exchange program. We get McCartney and the Stones for the NFL Championship. The Canadians got the Black Eyed Peas for their CFL championship. Following that pattern, German pop star David Hasselhoff will be singing midgame during a Premier League Championship in England sometime soon.

Anyway, the second half of the game was pretty exciting with some key plays. Thanks to Joel for hosting the party at his very nice pad (and cooking!). It was quite nice.