Like most Americans, once a year I stop everything I’m doing on a Sunday night for the mother of all football games. The Super Bowl.
I’m not a big pro football fan. In fact, I follow college sports more closely than I do professional sports, but you’d have to be completely off the grid (or living under a rock) not to know the Carolina Panthers were heavily favored to take the Lombardi trophy home to Charlotte.
I like Cam Newton (who doesn’t love a guy that tosses a game ball to a kid after every touchdown he scores), but Peyton Manning is…well…Peyton Manning and I always root for 1. the underdog and 2. old people. So while I was pulling for the Broncos (and am happy about the outcome) I was really much more interested in the commercials than I was in the game.