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Show Nothing like a Super Bowl to Stirl50 Million Americans in Hy Mary Gat- Evans So that was the Super Bowl! It looked like any other football game to me. After all that build up I expected to see some glorious encounter with ten-foot-tall players clashing together while lights flashed and sirens blew. Did you see the pre-game show? And the pre-pre-gameshow? And the pre-pre-pre-game show the night before? I've never seen so much orange... and all to no avail. There were orange drinks, orange shirts, and someone was advertising orange toilet seats. I never chose sides until halfway through the game, then I try to stir up a little support for the underdog. It's hard to cheer for anyone however, when the whole house has been ordered to observe complete silence while the game is going on. We all had to take off our shoes, wear clothes that didn't rustle, and wait for commercials to make even the slightest move. I can see why there are plenty of sponsors for the games because even during commercials com-mercials very little activity is allowed. It might break the spell or foul up the TV. Power in our area of town went off briefly an hour or so before game time and I thought I was going to have to use CPR on the men in the family. What a terrible crisis that would have been for our new mayor to have to face if it had not been restored in time. Did you notice that all day Sunday we didn't hear a thing about Egypt or Israel on TV? It's nice that once a year we can forget about world problems and concentrate on an important event of our own. I mean it really must be important, I don't remember this much publicity at the end of World War II. I feel as if I know Craig Morton, Roger Staubach, Tony Dorsett and Rick Upchurch as well as I know my own family. I've seen their wives, their kids, their uncles, aunts and cousins interviewed for weeks. I know about their bad knees, their ingrown toenails, and even their biorhythms. Every injury is a matter of public concern; when Staubach hurt his finger a great gasp of anguish went up all over America. People who get run over by trains don't get such a show of sympathy. Now I'm sitting here bonbarded by post game wrap ups and I expect that it will go one for a few days before the TV and the people wind down. After all that crashing, crunching, ' smashing ' action we will have to calm down by turning tur-ning to all of our non-violent programs like Starsky and Hutch, Kojack, and Baretta. I've wondered whatever happed to programs like I Love Lucy and Father Knows Best. Besides, why don't they televise the knitting championship or the national cake bake-off? Who knows, maybe we could get just as excited about the bird call bowl. Couldn't we? |
