Those who were simply hoping for an exciting football game yesterday got all they asked for and more out of Super Bowl XLIX. It featured a heavy dose of scoring, twists and turns, and a down-to-the-wire finish that will undoubtedly solidify the game as one of the most memorable championships in sports history.
That’s especially true if the game’s ratings are any indication — it was the most watched U.S. television program ever.
But for those who were hoping to see a game dictated by intelligent sports logic and decision making, then you were left flabbergasted by yesterday’s result.
The Seattle Seahawks displayed an unprecedented level of idiocy with the game on the line, when they decided to throw the ball instead of running it with their superstar running back, a decision that cost them the Super Bowl.
It’s really hard to impress just how asinine this decision was. I also know it’s easy to play Monday morning quarterback, but even when the Seahawks lined up in passing formation for the fateful play, I was mentally screaming at them. The only reason I didn’t yell out verbally is because I assumed Russell Wilson would keep the ball and run it into the end zone himself.
Instead, Wilson let the ball fly, and the rest is history.
Without getting too much into football analysis, let’s quickly assess the situation. Never mind how they got there, with the miraculous juggling catch by Jermaine Kearse that will now be all but forgotten, but let’s rewind to second-and-goal from the 1-yard-line, with the Patriots leading 28 to 24 in the game’s waning seconds.
The Seahawks had not one, not two, but three opportunities to score. When they snapped the ball, there was 26 seconds left on the clock, and they still had two timeouts available. So time was certainly of the essence, but was not an actual issue. They could have run the ball at their leisure, and stopped the clock after both second and third down if they didn’t get it in the end zone.
On top of that, their running back, Marshawn Lynch, is one of the most powerful runners in the league, and one of the hardest men to bring down. Simply put, he’s a beast, and probably was the best player on the field on either side.
There was no other decision to be made other than running the ball. Why even risk it?
And yet, they threw. And the players and coaches have the rest of their lives to dwell on it.
Correction: One day after writing this I realized Seattle had only one time out remaining, and not two, when they lined up with 26 seconds left. I forgot they had used one after Kearse’s circus catch. Regardless, I still stand by my opinion. Now back to the original post…
I had no genuine vested interested in the game, but as a sports fan, it’s just a flat-out shame to see an opportunity so badly mismanaged that it single-handedly cost a team a championship. All I can say is that I am glad I am not a Seahawks fan.
My apologies for the in depth analysis. For those who watched the game only for the commercials, you were probably equally as disappointed. Was it just me, or was every commercial extremely depressing? It was bummer after bummer after bummer. Nationwide killed a kid.
I understand that tragedy and sadness evokes attention, but we couldn’t get like one Budwesier frog in there this year to lighten the mood?
At least we had Katy Perry to brighten things up, with the set of her halftime performance at times resembling a Teletubbies episode. Between dancing beach balls and two-stepping sharks, I started wondering if somebody slipped some LSD into my guacamole.
I’m not hating though. The performer of the Super Bowl halftime show is given the burdensome task of appealing to the diverse, age ranging audience that watch the event, which is pretty much impossible. She kept it lively, entertaining, and most of all, upbeat. Plus I think she changed songs as much as she did outfits during the performance.
Speaking of music, let me wrap this up with my reaction to a significant musical announcement made yesterday, and one that didn’t get much attention since all focus was on the Super Bowl.
Any one who follows Taylor Swift on Instagram — which is basically just me and millions of teenage girls — knows that she has suddenly become best of friends with the three sisters of the band Haim.
I am very, very fond of Haim. I have been since I first saw them perform live in the summer of 2013 at a music festival. I also saw them at their own headlining show last May. The ages of the sisters — Este, Danielle and Alana — range from 24 to 28, and they rock out with an attitude that’s unlike most female musicians.
I love Haim. And I’m made public my fondness for Taylor Swift.
For me, it’s a match made in Heaven.
I will not be seeing them, however, because Taylor’s only local dates are at Metlife Stadium, and I hate stadium shows. I’m also not shoveling out $100 to see Taylor Swift at concert. I don’t care how much I like her.
But the biggest part of all this is that a closer inspection of Taylor’s Instagram reveals a photo last week of her, with the Haim sisters, in bikinis, vacationing in Maui.
This picture is basically my Mona Lisa. I can stare at it for hours on end and never lose an appreciation.
And I really don’t mean that to sound creepy. Rather, it’s four women I deeply admire, having fun together in an exotic, picturesque location, and looking fantastic while they do it. What’s not to like?
Who am I kidding. We’ve officially entered Creeperville. Population? Me.