Only A Game.

We didn't watch a moment of the Super Bowl.  A few commercials have trickled over into our consciousness, but there were no major game changers.

Still. The Internet got way too involved with some of it all:

Abortion rights activists were upset that a stupid commercial showed a pregnant woman getting an ultrasound-  because it was perceived as "humanizing fetuses." Puhl-eeze. I'm as pro-choice as anyone, but having an ultrasound when you choose a child is an important step.  Stop with looking for hidden agendas in bowls of Doritos.

On the other end of the speculum spectrum, rightwingers are upset that another stupid commercial, for Colonial Williamsburg of all things, emphasizing its place in history, showed a second or two of the 9/11 plane crashes.  Again, puhl-eeze. The families doth protest too much, methinks.

The remaining critiques were mainly pointed at embracing or attacking Beyonce's halftime performance, or overanalyzing Cam Newton or Eli Manning's brief television non-statements.  Puh-leeze, puh-leeze.  All you're doing by protesting or commenting is giving these moments more weight than they deserve.

The final game of the NFL season should be about our common celebration of American sports culture, and finding the common ground that exists in this event that brings us all together.  So put all these differences aside and embrace the unanimous consensus that Coldplay sucks.

Now bring on baseball spring training.