Catching Up
02/07/07 Filed in: Hogwash
So, yes, I've been a wee bit neglectful of you again.
Sorry. Sorry. Look, just...sorry, ok?
The Super Bowl:
Sure, happy for Payton Manning, the Colts, and Tony Dungy. I didn't expect the Bears to win it, but given the history of mediocre quarterbacks in this game (Trent Dilfer, I'm looking at you) I did think anything was possible. Rex Grossman, though, is mediocre on a whole different level. (Like if I were playing QB...) Honestly, I'm still completely gobsmacked that the Chargers weren't playing.
The presentation of the Lombardi Trophy was pure cheese. Shula managed to look uncomfortable and arrogant at the same time, and he was taking mincing baby steps so he wouldn't trample the cameraman who was walking backward. And the Colts scrubs who lined the 'trophy walk' and reached out to stroke it as it went by looked like so many blue-and-white Gollums, clutching at the ring. Whatever happened to giving the trophy in the locker room?
Super Bowl Commercials:
The Sierra Mist 'Comb Over' made me laugh, as did the Robert Goulet Boogey man thing (what was the product?).
And the Bud Light Axe Guy is my friend Lorin McCraley, so I'm
partial to that one. On the whole, a poor
showing. Further Disclosure: Several years ago,
I was in a Super Bowl ad. It was the year of
'Braveheart' and Budweiser decided to spoof it.
We shot the thing over two days in the muck,
rain, mud, and cold, cheek by jowl with oxen,
sheep, horses, and Ad agency weasels. Having
made it to the final four in consideration to
deliver the big 'they can never take away your
Bud Light' speech, I was hired and told I'd be a
'featured' player....not 'the man', but the guy
standing next to 'the man'.
Well, I was paid for that bit, but the idea of using me for anything other than a muddy body was scrapped by a few of the suits and 'the man' delivered his speech from a scaffold, unencumbered by supporting players. The spot itself was forgettable; it looked rushed and unfinished because it most certainly was: we shot it the preceding Tuesday and Wednesday for airing during a Sunday game.
Because I'm a member of the Screen Actors Guild, I get to vote for the SAG Awards™ each year, and some studios, anxious to be awarded something, send screening copies of their films on DVD to the voters. Sweet. This year, I received The Departed, Little Miss Sunshine, and Venus. The catch? They came in the mail last week, well past the voting deadline, well past the Awards Ceremony, even.
The birthday (which I share with Nathan Lane, Horace Greeley, and Lorin's son, Destry) passed uneventfully. No trauma, no drama. Safe for another year.
The Super Bowl:
Sure, happy for Payton Manning, the Colts, and Tony Dungy. I didn't expect the Bears to win it, but given the history of mediocre quarterbacks in this game (Trent Dilfer, I'm looking at you) I did think anything was possible. Rex Grossman, though, is mediocre on a whole different level. (Like if I were playing QB...) Honestly, I'm still completely gobsmacked that the Chargers weren't playing.
The presentation of the Lombardi Trophy was pure cheese. Shula managed to look uncomfortable and arrogant at the same time, and he was taking mincing baby steps so he wouldn't trample the cameraman who was walking backward. And the Colts scrubs who lined the 'trophy walk' and reached out to stroke it as it went by looked like so many blue-and-white Gollums, clutching at the ring. Whatever happened to giving the trophy in the locker room?
Super Bowl Commercials:
The Sierra Mist 'Comb Over' made me laugh, as did the Robert Goulet Boogey man thing (what was the product?).
Well, I was paid for that bit, but the idea of using me for anything other than a muddy body was scrapped by a few of the suits and 'the man' delivered his speech from a scaffold, unencumbered by supporting players. The spot itself was forgettable; it looked rushed and unfinished because it most certainly was: we shot it the preceding Tuesday and Wednesday for airing during a Sunday game.
Because I'm a member of the Screen Actors Guild, I get to vote for the SAG Awards™ each year, and some studios, anxious to be awarded something, send screening copies of their films on DVD to the voters. Sweet. This year, I received The Departed, Little Miss Sunshine, and Venus. The catch? They came in the mail last week, well past the voting deadline, well past the Awards Ceremony, even.
The birthday (which I share with Nathan Lane, Horace Greeley, and Lorin's son, Destry) passed uneventfully. No trauma, no drama. Safe for another year.
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