The Super Bowl is on today and I can barely contain my excitement.
Hang on a sec while I wake up.
Oh my God, I think I just swallowed a bug in mid-yawn. That’s probably at least one Weight Watcher point right there.
Reason #236 why I hate football.
I like Sundays in general but Super Bowl ones? Not a big fan. As far as I’m concerned, the best things about Super Bowl Sundays are:
- The food
- The commercials
- The food
- Did I mention the food?
- When they’re over
Instead of regurgitating a prior post of mine as I typically do on Sundays, I thought I’d hook you up with a commercial from Super Bowl Past. I have no idea what year this particular ad was aired. It’s sixty seconds long, the ending made no sense to me, I had to watch it twice before I even realized the name of the advertiser and still, I have no idea what Pro-Line is or does. And what’s more, I don’t care enough to find out and once I finish writing this post, I’ll most likely forget their name.
I’m not sure that’s the reaction Pro-Line was going for when they hired an ad agency and bought air time, considering the prices for Super Bowl ads. They probably spent an amount equivalent to the gross national product of a small country. Or maybe even a government bailout, if prices were sky high that year.
Did they get their money’s worth? Once they stop bending over and clutching their ankles, we should ask them.
That being said, it’s still a pretty funny commercial so even though I have no idea who or what Pro-Line is, I do know they have a sense of humor.
As someone who has taken her fair share of muscle relaxants, it was like looking in a mirror. A big, fat, bloated, sweaty, hairy, grotesquely distorted mirror, but a mirror nonetheless.
Happy Sunday, everyone!