I wasn’t too impressed with the SuperBowl this year. While it was a clean game with only one interception (if I recall correctly, and it was the big one), it just didn’t get me. I’m not big on football anyway, but this didn’t blow me away. I think what ruined it even more for me was the non-football factor — the commercials did not deliver this year. Probably because we had it good last year?
Anyway, sad to see Manning lose, although I’m happy the Saints and Reggie Bush did win the big one. Good for them. From the beginning it became obvious it will be a game of one error, as in whoever makes the first mistake will suffer the consequence. And that’s how it played out, ultimately.
While E-Trade struck again with the “milka-what?!” baby commercial, my favorite two spots were actuallyt he Leno/Letterman/Oprah ad for The Late Show and the Google ad. Here are the links for your viewing pleasure on YouTube (while they’re still up!):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnsSUqgkDwU (Parisian Love — Google ad)
My name is Stan Van Gundy and I’m Ron Jeremy’s stunt double. I learned how to play Rashard Lewis with Pietrus and Hedo, and it helped me win a big game for once. I’m no Jeff.
My name is LeBron James and I shouldn’t take nine days off ever again. I also finally got to play a half-decent team in the Playoffs, and they were able to expose our offense, which consists of three plays.
My name is JJ Reddick. Sometimes I have bad shooting nights because I don’t go out to practice my three; instead before a big game I sit in the locker room next to Hedo — who’s eating pizza — and work on my hairdo with a bottle of gel and a comb.
My name is Kobe Bryant, and I miss being 25, where no matter who you were, I would have taken your ass to the rim for a dunk or two guaranteed free throws.
My name is George Karl and I simply can’t get it done. Nor can I get a suit that fits perfectly and doesn’t make me look like Koko the Clown. In Game 7 in Los Angeles, when the Lakers are up by 1 and we have the ball with 6 seconds left on the clock in the fourth quarter, I’ll once again have Anthony Carter — the shortest player on my team — take the ball out of bounds where he’s met by Lamar Odom — a near 7-footer who played street ball in New York. I will have him pass to Chauncey, a guy who walks so slow to get the pass, telegraphing it to the entire court, that we’re bound to give them a steal and a win in a game we probably should have won.
My name is Kenyon Martin and I just fouled Kobe Bryant 30 feet from the basket in the biggest game of the last 20 years in our franchise’s history by reaching in for some reason while three people were defending him.
My name is Carmelo Anthony and I need to be traded to a team where my potential will grow into a championship, and not a team where my teammate feuds with Mark Cuban, uses double negatives in every sentence, and where the number of tats on our team combined is greater than the number of dumb decisions our coach has made this season. Either way, I’m set on showing everyone I’m that damn good and MJ knew something when he gave me that Nike deal.
My name is J.R. Smith and I really don’t give a damn if we beat the Lakers or not. Why should I care if my club’s owner doesn’t believe in us and would rather watch RAW?
My name is Blake Griffin and David Stern’s ping pong balls screwed me for life.
Can’t you just picture a depressed-looking Baron Davis bouncing off Marcus Camby and Zach Randolph during timeouts as Eric Gordon and Blake Griffin cry aloud? The NBA – Where Mike Dunleavy Happens.
ESPN E:60 ran a fascinating piece on basketball player Matt Steven. Matt’s high school — St. Laurence — relied on him to make two crucial free throws in an important game. As Lisa Salters begins her piece, every basketball player knows what’s it like to be down 1 point and to have to head to the free throw line for the potential game-deciding two shots. That’s exactly what Matt went through. There is only one detail — Matt is blind…
I ran across this article today while checking my mail on AOL.com and thought it was worth sharing. There was a really eerie photo taken in an old castle site in Scotland of what many are now debating can be a “ghost.” While the photographer does not claim he saw a ghost or took a photo of one, he claims he took the picture and when he developed the film was shocked over what he saw. Go here click on the photo and look at the second picture for a close-up. It’s pretty weird…
It is very rare that a TV ad catches my attention, or that I even bother watching ads. The other week, while watching a basketball game on ESPN, the MLB 09 commercial with 2008 American League MVP Dustin Pedroia (Boston Red Sox) aired, and it cracked me up. Most video games or sports commercial can be classified as follows: a) way over the top, either focused on graphics, or hard-to-believe plot of the game that try to convince you it’s the best video game you’ll ever play; b) comedic, only nobody is laughing because the jokes are lame, or simply not funny; c) “pushy” in the sense that you get the feeling if you’re not playing this game, or are unaware of it, you’re just not “cool” in today’s world.
Thus, you see, it’s rare that we get a good sports video game commercial that doesn’t try to impress too hard, or talk you down for not playing. This is a simple ad, talks baseball (which is smart because if you’re buying this game, odds are you’re a baseball fan), and really is funny. Check it out:
All Kinds of Humor, Sports & Poker | Eddie | 
February 8, 2010 1:55 am | 
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