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I miss the Super Bowl of old (re: before I can remember them)
when brothers from another planet like Vince Lombardi (greatest
line, ever: "Show me a good loser and I'll show you a loser"), Hank
Stram, Bud Grant, and the immortal (read: dead for about a decade)
Weeb Ewbank helmed squads of fat, non-muscled off-season insurance
salesman to early onset arthritis for about $9,500 a year. Why do I
miss that? I've got no idea, but it might have something to do with
the endless and endlessly bad Dorito ads in last night's Super
Bowl. And that Who halftime show, which made me retroactively gain
more respect for Bruce Springsteen's awful appearance from a year
before.
Anyhoo, the great ad in last night's game was, IMO, the Audi
"Green Police" spot, and not simply because it showcased a classic
Cheap Trick tune to astonishingly great (read: totally nostalgic
for late-era boomers who grew up thinking Robin Zander was cool and
Bun E. Carlos was an animatron and Rick Nielsen was crazy funny and
that Tom Petersson was, like Kurt Von Trapp in The Sound of Music
or Jan Brady in The Brady Bunch, well, I don't know but he must
have done something to be there) advantage. No, it was also right
up to the moment I realized that it was a pitch for a car that I
will never purchase, it seemed like a Mike Judge vision of a future
that is almost the present (finally, a reason to thank SCOTUS for
flipping the coin toward George W. Bush in 2000).
Will it move cars? Who knows. It moves...minds. Which rarely
come with the sort of 100,000 mile warranty that is standard even
on overpriced, underpowered, and breakdown prone vehicles like
Audis.