February 4, 201
Morgan Cox of the Baltimore Ravens
lays on the field while celebrating after defeating the San Francisco
49ers 34-31 in Super Bowl XLVII at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome on
Sunday, February 3, in New Orleans, Louisiana.
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Editor's note: Mike Downey is a former Los Angeles Times and Chicago Tribune columnist.
-- 1. Good football game.
2. How could that ref not call that?!
3. The blackout.
4. Beyonce, wow, man.
5. A lot of bad ads.
Well, that's basically it. Did I leave out anything?
These would be your top five Super Bowl talking points, wouldn't you agree? Because if something more interesting happened on Super Bowl Sunday that's still got you talking on Monday, I would very much like to know what it was.
F-words overheard in the
winning team's celebration, perhaps? (Hey, watch your Flacco mouth,
pal!) Or that guy going 108 yards with a kickoff? How about a Harbaugh
mentioned every 10 or 20 seconds on TV? Oh, and that cute Clydesdale.
And the losing team's quarterback, Colin I'm-So-Good-I-Can-Kiss-Myself.
And there were those
sweet kids from Sandy Hook, singing "America the Beautiful" so
beautifully, alongside the increasingly beautiful Jennifer Hudson.
OK, I suppose somebody out there might be talking about some of these things, too.
I personally thought
John Harbaugh's Ravens 34, Jim Harbaugh's 49ers 31 was a truly cool
Super Bowl, possibly one of the 10 best ever played. I have sat through
quite a few bad, bad Super Bowls in my day, including one inside this
same New Orleans dome where a 49ers team beat the living gumbo out of a
Denver Broncos team. Compared to that clinker, trust me, Sunday's game
between Baltimore and San Francisco was a classic.
But it sure didn't start out that way.
Kickoff came in the late
afternoon in Los Angeles, where I watched Super Bowl XLVII on a
XLIII-inch screen. It was still light outdoors out west as the game drew
close to halftime, and the score was so one-sided -- Baltimore was up
by 21-3 at one point -- I reached for the remote control of my TV.
Let's see, what else was
on? ESPN: "World's Strongest Man" competition. ESPN2: Auburn vs.
Florida women's gymnastics. TNT: A rerun of "Law & Order" (what a
surprise). AMC: "The Walking Dead.
No, I stuck with CBS, where, on their way to the locker room, the 49ers also appeared to be the walking dead.
Beyonce came out next
and sang -- really sang, not like at Barack Obama's inauguration. And
then her two old teammates from Destiny's Child sang along with her. I
think they sang "Bootylicious," a song that I believe Beyonce was not
asked to sing at Obama's inauguration.
Soon the second half began.
It took approximately 12
seconds for a Raven named Jacoby Jones to fly 108 yards for a
touchdown. Baltimore was now up by 28-6 and Mr. and Mrs. Harbaugh's son
John was looking more and more like destiny's child.
I picked up that remote once more.
HBO: "Extremely Loud and
Incredibly Close." TLC: "My Big Fat American Gypsy." MTV: "Snooki and
JWOWW." VH1: "Mob Wives." ID: "Wives With Knives."
A tough choice,
obviously. I decided no, I cannot change this channel now, because I
might miss a Super Bowl commercial that everybody else will be buzzing
about tomorrow. Maybe a funny one with a talking baby or a chimpanzee.
Maybe a sexy one with somebody classy like Danica Patrick or Snooki or
JWOWW.
Then the whole screen went dark. The players on my TV were suddenly harder to see than Manti Te'o's girlfriend.
I sat there squinting
until I realized that the City of New Orleans' combination football
stadium and hurricane shelter had just blown a fuse. A power blackout
caused an interruption to the TV event everybody wanted to see, or at
least everybody who didn't prefer watching Auburn vs. Florida women's
gymnastics.
A lot of
perplexed,mixed-up people began running around in that dome, some of
them probably calling Louisiana Gas & Electric to make sure that the
city had remembered to mail in the February payment. A number of lame
jokes made the rounds -- yes, this is why the 49ers play their home
games in a park called Candlestick -- and I was asked by more than one
person what would happen if New Orleans failed to get the lights back
on. I lied that the game would be moved to Baton Rouge and played on
Super Bowl Tuesday.
Thirty-four long minutes later, lights, camera, action. It was OK to play. Somebody (maybe FEMA?) did a heck of a job.
Up to then, everything
had been going Baltimore's way. Joe Flacco was having a Joe Montana kind
of day at quarterback, Michael Oher was throwing blocks the way Sandra
Bullock taught him to in that movie, Ray Rice ran hard and Ray Lewis
apparently made a lot of tackles, because those TV guys kept talking and
talking and talking about Ray Lewis, even though I didn't actually see him make tackles.
Ahhh, but as soon as Joe
the Electrician (or whoever they called) screwed in all the new light
bulbs, the Super Bowl looked entirely different. Colin Kaepernick began
making great plays at quarterback for the 49ers, giving himself a great
big kiss on the arm for a job well done. Colin's the kind of kid who
would pour Gatorade over his own head after a win.
We had ourselves a
football game all of a sudden, San Francisco coming within two points,
31-29. I should have seen it coming because the 49ers never choke in a
big game. I can't recall the Niners ever playing poorly in a Super Bowl,
just as I can't recall the Niners ever playing a good game before the
NFL had a Super Bowl.
Could they actually win
this game? Could they solve Baltimore's defense one more time -- as soon
as CBS ran 20 or 30 more commercials? Elementary, as Sherlock Holmes
almost never says to Lucy Liu.
Kaepernick looked great.
He was fast. He was bootylicious. He got the 49ers within striking
distance. The Ravens were trapped between a pit and a pendulum.
A pass was thrown,
lobbed high above Niner receiver Michael Crabtree's head, but Jimmy
Smith of the Ravens seemed to have Crabtree in his pincers. Would it be
called pass interference? Would it be a first down for the 49ers, a yard
or two away from a winning touchdown? Would Kaepernick run for a score
and then kiss himself on the mouth?
Nope, no flag. No call by the ref on that pass.
Maybe he lost it in the lights.
It was a memorable
ending. Certainly more memorable than most of the commercials, which
didn't even star any funny chimps. Baltimore's post-game celebration was
colorful and wild. Flacco apparently could be heard by TV viewers using
some bad flaccin' language. He also accepted an award for being voted
the Most Valuable Player of the game, but at least he didn't
accidentally say that he was going to flaccin' Disneyland.
Another big game had
come and gone. I am sure that many of you would agree that this was one
of the best Super Bowls that you have ever seen.
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