Super Bowl Time Machine
An evening of unremarkable football and nostalgic salesmanship
Maybe your team deserved to win. Or lose. Surprising either way how little of the game you remember the next morning. That Manningham catch, Brady's safety, Bradshaw's drunken sit-down, those punts. Eli. What was the final score again?
The rest of America's Big Night In was a four-hour blur of consumerism; our star-spangled inventory of appetite. This year, the whole thing felt like an intervention on behalf of an addiction to nostalgia. Madonna! Elton John! "Star Wars"! "Ferris ...
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SUPER BOWL XLVI