Tag Archives: Super Bowl

Golden moments

I am looking forward to tonight’s Oscar broadcast for three reasons.

oscars_2015_nph1. Neil Patrick Harris.

2. This awards season desperately needs a surprise winner. In any category.

Please, Academy, be the organization that flabbergasts me with a shocking turn of events, shaking me out of this year’s numbing sameness.

3. Much like the Super Bowl, the Oscars commercials are increasingly becoming an event unto themselves. I am particularly excited to see a new ad by Stonyfield Yogurt,  where woman actually admit to not liking Greek yogurt.

I knew I wasn’t the only one out there.

Here’s a sneak peek:

Honesty and innuendo?  Sign me up!

 

Attention getter

In my business writing seminar, I often get on a soap box about the resume cover letter. It should be the most persuasive bit of writing we do; instead —

It is often dull, template-driven drivel.

soap boxHere is an opportunity to sell the finest product we know — OURSELVES — and yet most of our cover letters put the reader to sleep.

Grab their attention, I tell students. Make your letter stand out from the 500 others that will probably cross the HR director’s desk. Show you did your homework and write the letter just for them.

I was reminded of my usual rant when Jamie Casino’s law office commercial went viral on the Internet.  (It aired during the Super Bowl, but only on the local Atlanta station.)

Casino could have produced your standard law office ad, and no one would have remembered it.

But this one has the world talking.

These guys

I’m spending Super Bowl Sunday with a different team…

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Thanks PBS!

Ringer?

Who will win the Super Bowl — Seattle or Denver?

(You’re probably just impressed I got the teams correct.)

It’s true I don’t follow professional football that closely. But I was fascinated by a fact I learned today about the Super Bowl rings that are awarded to both teams in the big game.  That’s right —

BOTH TEAMS

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So, let me try to put my finger on this…

All those retired players doing color commentary and interviews on TV with all those massive rings weighing down their hands.  We can no longer assume those are Super Bowl Champions?

I guess not.

Heck, they could just be wearing consolation bling.

Fog City fate

My history as a good luck charm in the sporting world is well-documented.

I’ve logged assists for Kansas City, Boston and New York baseball and football teams in their successful bids for World Series and Super Bowl championships.

san fran union squareAnd although my stay today in San Francisco’s Union Square neighborhood is a scant 12 hours in length, I fear it has made the outcome of Sunday’s game a foregone conclusion.

I haven’t followed pro football at all this year.  In fact, the only game I have viewed was San Francisco’s win over the Patriots in early January.

Now I find myself in the City by the Bay mere hours before the Super Bowl.  I’m not sure anything the teams throw at each other will affect my good luck one-two punch.

Sorry, Baltimore.  I know not what I do.

Be free, live, run

I have spent a lot of time this past week watching — and writing about — the Olympics.

And while I knew I would be glued to the TV watching Olympic tennis and gymnastics and swimming and diving and basketball, I have been pleasantly surprised to find how much I am also enjoying….

The commercials.

Advertisers get all kinds of props for the spots they put together for the Super Bowl each year, but I don’t think enough has been said — if anything — about the commercials in the London Olympics.

My personal fav?

The ad ‘The Beach,’ featuring the Chappo song “Come Home.”  I’ve seen it several times, and it makes me laugh every time.

 
Give those guys a medal.

Deja vu

The following post is a re-edit of a Sticky Egg blog entry dated November 5, 2009.  The names have been changed, but let’s face it…

No one is innocent here.

I’m sorry, Philadelphia Boston.  I didn’t mean to.

When I moved to New York City three five years ago, I had hoped being a sports team ‘good luck charm’ would help the Mets, but alas — the Yankees Giants won…again.

Even though my powers are extremely strong — and are becoming more legendary by the day– I’ve never had much control over them.

They first surfaced in Kansas City in 1992.  Mere weeks after I moved there, Joe Montana signed with the Chiefs.  Kansas City didn’t win a Super Bowl under Joe, but they were definitely post-season contenders.

I moved to Boston in 2000 and lived there for six years.  I think we all know the impact I had there.  Two World Series wins for the famously denied Boston Red Sox.  The Patriots win the Super Bowl not once, not twice, but three times.

But the minute I moved to New York City — we’re talking, I’d been in town just a couple of months — the New York Giants win the Super Bowl, defeating the New England Patriots.

Ouch.

My power is infinite and brutal and — with the Yankees’ World Series win just last night now that the Giants have handed the Patriots their second defeat — impossible to target.

I’m starting to wonder who’s behind my powers, and more importantly — what city is gonna pay me for them?

Chicago, I’m in the book.