Last night’s Super Bowl will go down in history for lots of things. Jacoby Jones’ 108 yard kickoff return for a touchdown singlehandedly broke several Super Bowl records. San Francisco quarterback Colin Kaepernick’s play, even in defeat, makes clear his success this season wasn’t a fluke. He’ll likely play in a Super Bowl again and will probably win one someday. Beyonce’s halftime performance helped restore her image to its pre-Inaugural luster and may have even broken a few records for energy consumption in a Super Bowl show which brings me to the most memorable event of all.
As a fan of the Ravens (much to the chagrin of someone else on this site), I was enjoying my Super Bowl beverage, eating lots of things I’d given myself official permission to enjoy even though they’re not on my diet, and basking in the shellacking the Ravens were putting on the 49ers when the lights went out.
Not at my home, mind you. This happened at the Mercedes Benz Superdome at the beginning of the third quarter. Besides suspending the game and allotting me an additional 34 minutes to eat junk than the time I’d originally granted myself, it also gave the 49ers time to regroup and make a game of it. That wasn’t all bad because blowout Super Bowls are only enjoyable if your home team is winning, and the odds of the Dallas Cowboys being in another Super Bowl during my lifetime are slim and none. Given that, I still like a good game.
During the blackout, there was lots of speculation as to the cause of the fiasco. Obviously, I’m a little suspicious of Beyonce’s possible involvement which is kind of funny if you think about it. Maybe if she’d lip-synced this particular performance, a little power could have been preserved.
What I didn’t like hearing is one commentator who suggested that maybe the Louisiana Superdome wasn’t up to the task of hosting one of these events anymore. Granted, this shouldn’t be happening on one of sports’ biggest stages and there should be some accountability for it, but I think it would be a huge mistake if this one episode costs New Orleans from hosting a Super Bowl in the future.
Last year, my husband and I went to New Orleans for the Final Four NCAA basketball tournament. I must admit that I wasn’t terribly excited before we left. I’ve always appreciated New Orleans for the architecture and the history, but I’m not a big partier so most of the activities associated with a good time in the Big Easy aren’t things I get excited about.
Turns out, I was pleasantly surprised. In fact, I was extremely impressed.
I give lots of credit to New Orleans natives for really caring about their city. They’ve dealt with a lot recently, but they seem to persevere because they care about New Orleans.
Because of that, when they host an event in that city, they do it as though they were welcoming a guest into their own home. Throughout this Super Bowl, I read stories about the huge numbers of volunteers who worked to make that event a success. That doesn’t surprise me. When we were there, everywhere we went, people who lived there bent over backwards to assist us and make sure we were having a nice time. They really seemed to care about what we thought about their city.
I hope New Orleans hosts many more Super Bowls. I’d even donate a little money to pay the light bill . . . whatever it takes.