I wondered why the Super Bowl uses roman numerals. Why couldn’t they just say “2010 Super Bowl 44”?  Don’t we have enough trouble trying to figure out metric conversions without throwing in another mix?

Roman numerals should be reserved for fancy-schmancy things such as a grandfather clock in the foyer of a grand hotel, or on the faces of those ladies’ watches that don’t have any numbers on them at all. (I had one once and I’d hate it when people asked me what time it was because I’d have to recite my disclosure, “give or take an hour and five minutes).  Movies are okay to use roman numerals because the most we have to learn is “III”.  Nobody sees any sequels after 3. (Sorry Mr. Stallone.)

Anyway…since the Super Bowl committee decided to use roman numerals, why did they stop with the title? Why not make it interesting and use them on the back of the players’ jerseys or on the field? Make those announcers earn their pay. Educate their audience a little.   “And there’s the toss…. he takes off….here comes number LXVIII… He fumbles at the XXV yard line. It’s still I and X.” Can you imagine after a couple of cool beverages trying to figure that out?  I can’t even figure out the game using the American system.

Speaking of not figuring it out…why have they booked elderly rockers for the halftime show in the last few years? No disrespect intended.  Is the committee trying to play it safe?  Don’t you think a wardrobe malfunction on one of those guys would be more psychologically damaging than the peep show we got a couple years ago? I’d rather take a chance on a more current act, like someone that has won a Grammy in the last V years.  Either that, or I like Kerry’s idea of having Elvis try it. I’ll run and ask him, I think he’s still in the building. Chip thinks it would be better to have multiple acts. That way, if one is lame, we still have a 50% chance. I think the most entertaining part of the half time show for me was trying to explain the name of the band to the kids. “Who is that band?”…“That’s right.”… “Huh?”… “The Who is the band.” He looks over at his sister with confusion. “What’s the name of the band?”… “No, it’s not What, it’s TheWho.”…“You’re weird.” Fortunately, the lights around the band flashed “The Who” and I was no longer considered weird.”

And speaking of weird…how about those commercials? I think some attempts at marketing humor just came across as strange and/or annoying. (Sorry Dockers, Denny’s and Kiss).  I asked everybody what their favorite commercial was and e-Trade was hands-down the favorite with “milk-a what?” being the top choice. There is something so hilarious about babies talking in adult voices and old people getting tackled (Way to go Betty!). On a side note, I was thrilled to see that Fish is still alive.

After taking an unofficial poll, our office pretty much favored the Saints to win, except Jerry, Lindsay and Shelli. Shelli told me that one of her agents officially banned her from Louisiana, not because she was cheering for the Colts, but because she admitted that she would root for any team other than the Saints (she’s a Vikings fan). The Louisiana agents that are still speaking to her told us that New Orleans will be hosting a week long celebration. I’ve never been to New Orleans, but I’ve heard they sure know how to party there. I imagine they will do the Saints proud, just as the Saints represented their city proudly. Congratulations Saints fans! We’re looking forward to Super Bowl XLV! (It’s 45, and yes, I had to look it up).