Adrants On-the-Fly Post-Super Bowl Reflections

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Big conclusions:

– The Pats have spoiled what may have been a historic football streak. Can you say performance anxiety? Somebody could have made a killing selling warm crying towels in the locker room after game time.
– No matter how exciting a game is, shouting “GO BARACK” in the AdGabber Super Bowl chat room will result in a half-hour-long political death match.
– “Plaxico Burress” sounds like it belongs on a big pharma’s drug pipeline.
– Bud Light failed to impress. Well, this was all right.
– The question of the night: Who thought the SalesGenie ads were racist? We didn’t much notice — but then again, we were also sharking Abercrombie & Fitch T-shirts after that racist tee fiasco.
eTrade spots: Latent trauma or the quiet mark of an Ally McBeal fan?
– Coke dives into the Super Bowl — traditional Pepsi territory — and accomplishes two goliathan tasks: mending American politics for :60 over Jinx (have you got a better idea?), and recapturing America with “Balloon”. The AdGabber chat room is screaming (or rather, furiously typing) “Charlie Brown! Did you SEE CHARLIE BROWN!” for the next 10 minutes — a cheer only seconded by “BANANAS!” when, for some reason, the Super Bowl camera guys take a few wistful shots of some browning bananas on the sidelines.

Good game. Last-minute crowning glory for the Giants? Very The Art of War.

“It was the art of bad football,” snarled twinzdad6 from the AdGabber chat room.

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