Extravagance unnecessary in sports/Paul Peterson
Judging by all the bells and whistles at the Notre Dame-Michigan football game this past Saturday night, one would have thought the inauguration of a president was being held.
Maybe Elvis Presley was in the Big House. Or maybe it was the appearance of Eminem or Kid Rock, who sadly pass as the main musicians in Motown these days.
No, it was just a meeting of two gridiron powers, who staged a good show before a record throng at Michigan Stadium.
But it did illustrate what’s wrong with sports viewing on the national level nowadays.
It seems like just about any game of significance has to be accompanied with all the trappings of a concert by the Rolling Stones.
Even the Sunday night National Football League game had to have drama surrounding it about who was going to replace Faith Hill to perform the eye-candy introduction to the weekly game.
Turns out that NBC spent as much pre-game time profiling Hill’s replacement, Carrie Underwood, as it did on the game between the New York Giants and Dallas Cowboys.
Somewhere, the late and great Vince Lombardi must have been muttering to himself “what the (he-double hockey sticks) is going on out here.”
The same kind of overdone hype has been present at just about every sports venue in the past few years.
I happen to be a big fan of singer Neil Diamond, and seeing him in concert is on my so-called bucket list.
But how many times are they going to trot out this icon to sing “Sweet Caroiine” in Boston? Too much of a good thing is possible.
Of course, the National Basketball Association is probably the most blatant violator of decorum when it comes to the simple task of player introductions.
The NBA literally – and figuratively – uses smoke and mirrors to bring out their tattooed group of players. Not to mention the much overused “Let’s Get Ready to Rumble” intro.
One can only imagine what New York City will do when it hosts the next Super Bowl in what presumably will be a cold and snowy early February day.
But that’s a whole another kettle of fish.
I understand that Bruno Mars and his eight-piece band, The Hooligans, are the main halftime entertainment for the big show in the Big Apple.
Being strictly old school, I freely admit that I have no clue who Bruno Mars is.
But maybe, and I stress maybe, the viewing audience won’t be witness to the kind of costume “malfunction” that Janet Jackson or Madonna have become infamous for.
After all, the Super Bowl is still family entertainment, isn’t it?