I'm talking about Super Bowl God-Knows-What-Number (and if they use Roman Numerals to designate how many, why don't they use them to track the score of the actual game?). Asking for a friend, or would be if I had any.
My brother Kelly and I watched the New York Jets' Joe Willie Namath, Matt Schnell, Emerson Boozer, George Sauer, and Don Maynard (among others) upset the Baltimore Colts back in the early years of both the Super Bowl and Roman Numerals which featured a terrific post-game brawl between Arthur M. and his older brother Vincent. Kelly and I who had our share and more of disagreements could only watch in admiration at the level of violence those exhibited.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Super Bowl Sunday. I don't remember who the half-time entertainment was that day, though I'm sure I watched it (it was the Florida A& M University Marching Band in a program entitled "America Thanks."). Right now, we could use a program called "America Thinks," but that's a bridge too far, I fear. As for the entertainers themselves, when did everything become a political litmus test?
I've read many folks tune in to watch the commercials because it gives them something to talk about in the office later this week. Good news! I retired almost eight years ago and don't have a water cooler, so here are the 2026 Super Bowl commercials, all in one place without any of that football stuff to get in the way.
Don't see anything quite as memorably immortal as the Outpost commercial, but that's just me. Although, come to think of it, the second gerbil reminds me a bit of Arthur. So close.
-bill kenny
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