This is probably one of the most exciting Super Bowls I have ever witnessed; it definitely helped that I had a team I was cheering for instead of just blindly watching the game with not caring who wins. Often when I am in that situation I choose the team that has the hottest players or the best colors for their jerseys. My Green Bay Packers attained an impressive victory against the Pittsburg Steelers, winning the Super Bowl 31 to 25. For once in my recollection of Super Bowl experiences, the game was far more entertaining and engaging than the lame ass commercials and less than stellar performances during the halftime show.

A quick examination of the Super Bowl – Lea Michele gave an incredible rendition of “America the Beautiful” which made me question why they then brought Christina Aguilera to sing the National Anthem. As gaytastic as Burlesque was, I still think that you should have gotten Lea Michele to sing the National Anthem – at least that way there is a chance that the rest of the GLEE cast will pop up out of nowhere and perform it with her. Now I wouldn’t have wanted to follow Lea – perhaps that is what contributed to the devastation that ensued. Christina got up there and started working it and I began to sing along with the overtly blonde diva. Close to halfway through the song I noticed that Christina and I were singing different lyrics. Confused – for at this point I had only two beers – I stopped singing and waited to hear where she was in the song. Uncertain at the time of whether she actually screwed up or if I was hearing things – it was confirmed this morning the pop star got caught up in the moment and fudged the lyrics. No honey, I love you, but you forgot the lyrics, and screwed up. Have we learned nothing from the slue of pop cultural icons that have braved to sing the National Anthem only to have their performance fall flat, literally and metaphorically? Without question the best performance of the National Anthem to date is the once great Miss Whitney Houston.

The Packers started off the first half with an impressive domination led by my future husband of life Jordy Nelson. At this point, I began to fantasize what it would be like to be a football wife. The newest addition to the reality show, I imagine myself wearing some large Derby hat and Jackie O suit, schmoozing with the other VIPS, and trying to sneak whoopee cushions on President Bush’s chair. Now, the other joy and thrill of watching the Super Bowl is watching all of the commercials that people will invariably be talking about more than the game the next day. However this year the commercials generally sucked beyond the telling of it. Dominated by a few key sponsors – Bud Light and Pepsi Max – the commercials were not funny at all. Honestly my favorite commercials were the ones that Eminem did and then the car commercial with the little Darth Vadar kid. Disappointed by the lack of ingenuity of the commercials, I anxiously waited for the halftime show – another make or break point for any artist. Featuring the Black Eyed Peas as the act for the show, I assumed the half time show would be absolutely stellar. I left the performance – a compilation of their greatest hits, featuring Slash and Usher – less than impressed and uttering a general “meh” at the end of it. The two most exciting things about the performance were Fergie’s bedazzled shoulder pads – to draw attention away from her voice - and Usher jumping into the splits – to draw attention from the fact that his mic wasn’t on. One technical catastrophe after another made the performance awkward and non-watchable at times.

As we entered the second half it seemed as though the Packers were loosing steam and perhaps unraveling a bit. The Steelers certainly capitalized on the Packers’ injuries and attempted a large comeback. Flashbacks of the Rose Bowl were flooding back to me and I got concerned that we would lose again – and all that trash-talking I did would come back to bite me in the ass. Thankfully that did not happen and my Packers held out and were able to squash the Steeler’s comeback and secure the victory.

After a rather fantastic game, life only got better with the return of GLEE. Featuring incredible musical numbers and a plot line that was both believable and endearing, I am truly pumped for the rest of this season. What was hilarious is that the GLEE episode centered on a championship football game and my roommate and I got way into it cheering and swearing at the screen. Realizing that it was not an actual game and was pre-scripted, we chided ourselves for getting so into it. I gorged myself to excess and am now regretting it today. All in all, it was a pretty amazing night.