Scott Allan’s World

Not the greatest Super Bowl ever played last night. The greatest would be when my Patriots beat the St Louis Rams in Super Bowl XXXVI with Tom Brady driving down the field in less than 2 minutes (has he ever failed to score in the last 2 minutes with the game on the line?) and then the last second field goal by Adam Vinatieri. But I digress.

The Super Bowl last night was filled with errors from the opening National Anthem (Aaron Neville?), the two teams playing, and the referees. I didn’t realize you could get flagged for a block below the waist when you are actually trying to tackle the guy with the ball. That was a confusing call. The trick play made the game worth watching though. Happy for the Bus.

The commercials weren’t very memorable. The best ones were probably:

• The cave man getting stepped on by the dinosaur
• The man offering the attacking bear a beer but getting it stolen by his buddy.
• The cute girl getting drilled in the touch football game after taunting a guy on the other team

Although I heard many people complaining about the Stones performance last night, I was in awe that these guys are almost twice my age but in better shape than I am.

Who wanted to hear someone else sing Stevie Wonder’s songs? Stevie was right there. He could have handled it.

I was examing the pattern of the Patriots winning Super Bowls to try and figure out when they will win the next one.

• Win one, don’t play in the next one.
• Win two, don’t play in next one.

So logically we should win the next three and then not play in the following one. I’ll take that.

And just because it doesn’t deserve its own posting, I will point out that no one is surprised that Nomar Garciaparra dropped out of the World Baseball Classic. He was representing Mexico first of all which is no surprise since he seems very confused about where his loyalties should lie. Someone please remind him that he was born in California, not in Mexico. The Red Sox are familiar with his pouting and tantrums so perhaps he was told that he wasn’t good enough to start even for Mexico and Mia told him to take his bat and ball and go home. Mama says baseball is for the devil, Bobby Boucher!