West Side Stories

A Tosa resident for almost 20 years, Karen is a mom and freelance writer, addicted to playing tennis. When not on the tennis court, she spends the fall and winter in the stands at Green Bay Packer and Marquette basketball games.

Karen is the author of “Grab a Bite,” a dining out column and the former community columnist for the Wauwatosa NOW newspaper.

Not-So-Super Thoughts


For the first time ever, I sat and watched the entire Super Bowl and even some of the pre-game. No special reason. Just a quiet Sunday afternoon. You didn’t ask for it and you’re probably SO past it, but here are my unsolicited thoughts on Sunday’s Super Bowl:


I was interested, then shocked, then depressed by the commercial aired by TicketToHope.com, a.k.a. “12 Minutes to Die.” If you missed it, the commercial showed a businessman preparing for his workday. We’re told that he will die in 12 minutes. The good news is, he’s insured his family. The bad news is he hasn’t insured his soul. Wow.


I’m sorry, but what’s up with the faux dramatic recitation of the Declaration of Independence before the game? In 2002 (post 9/11), it made perfect sense. In 2008, it seemed overly staged. Oh wait. The Patriots were playing. I get it.


The Audi Godfather spot completely missed the mark. My first response was: “Huh?” Too bad. The car looks pretty cool.


I’m consistently entertained by the Fox network ads, especially those for House and Prison Break.


Paula, Paula, Paula…(insert snarky Simon comment here.) Honey, you should stay behind the desk. Really.


This just in – there was a wardrobe malfunction and it occurred on Bill Belichick. The dark lord of NFL coaches chose a bright red sweatshirt with hacked-off sleeves. I’m sorry, this man makes how much money? They can’t afford a tailor to create something slightly less sloppy? (Oh and a very unclassy move to leave before the game was over, Bill.)


Two commercial winners – Diet Pepsi Max and Bud Light. Even if every one of their ads wasn’t perfect, I’ll always stop what I’m doing and pay attention.


Two phrases that I’ll never use in my everyday conversation: “Curve the bullet” and “Silence the stain.” Still, it’s fun to think about the possibilities.


I think we knew the Patriots’ dynasty was in danger when we saw Gisele Bundchen, a.k.a. Tom Brady’s girlfriend, drinking wine in her luxury box. I’m sorry. That just seemed wrong.


The Planters Cashews “Unibrow” spot was creepy and hilarious. So was the E-Trade talking baby.


I know it’s my demographic and they did a decent job, but even I think that Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers seemed like a stale choice for a halftime show. Seriously, did anyone believe that the fake fans that surrounded the stage had any idea who the bearded old man was? Note to the No Fun League: I think it’s safe to book someone a little more current.


Finally…the game. It was, undoubtedly, the best Super Bowl I have ever watched. I didn’t think I cared. But from the beginning, I decided that I was tired of the Patriots premature coronation as the best team ever. I cheered loudly and often for the Giants. Especially after Tom Brady snubbed Eli Manning pre-game. (Did you see it?) All in all, it was worth watching.


Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

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