The Super Bowl is all about the game, right? This year, not for me. I have my team — the Chicago Bears — and, like many others, I have a few teams that I would prefer to see win if the Bears can’t. The Steelers and the Packers don’t

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fall into either of those categories. I didn’t care who won. I was in this odd sort of football fan limbo where you start to notice how long it takes to sit through a game that is seemingly four quarters that are only 15 minutes. Now I know how Detroit Lions fans feel a majority of the season.

To be honest, I only liked two things going in to this year’s Super Bowl: The Steeler’s Troy Polamalu and Brett Keisel’s Viking-esque beard, so I guess I was rooting for the Steelers.

All that being said, everyone knows the Super Bowl is also all about the Super Bowl Party, a tradition that occurs as regularly in America as Thanksgiving. And, like Thanksgiving, it’s an event where everyone seems throws vascular caution to the wind. Weight Watchers diets take a backseat to deer sausage, summers sausage, pepper jack cheese, hot wings, barbecue sauce, nacho cheese dip, and little smoked wieners.

The funny thing about our Super Bowl party was that no one really thought to ask what the other person was bringing, so we had a long table full of barbecue pulled pork, nachos, and FIVE sausage and cheese trays. I thought it was kind of comical. I’m not really a cook, and I don’t have any special recipes for super volcano lava hot sauce. Needless to say, I brought one of the trays. But it’s okay. I’ve heard that a diet based solely on pork and sausage has its upsides, right?

The snacks.

I’m glad my friend Jesse invited us to his house to watch the game. He has a 52 inch hi-def TV, so we were all trying to drop subtle hints toward him a couple weeks before the Super Bowl. Maybe that tactiv is a little manipulative, but can you image the detail in Kiesel’s beard? It was totally worth it.

The only thing I didn’t see was the Steelers offense for the first half of the game. That was mildly upsetting, but, like I said, I really didn’t have much interest invested in either team anyway. I did laugh at the Steelers offensive strategy after the end of the first quarter: take out Green Bay’s safeties and start mounting a comeback. That was genius. I’m sure this wasn’t intentional. Injuries happen all the time in the NFL. I just thought it was funny that the Steelers could only score after Green Bay’s pass defense was broken down and dilapidated like a diesel truck on the side of the interstate. But the Steelers couldn’t even fully capitalize after that.

Here’s where I’d dedicate a few sentences to the halftime show, if I didn’t think it was absolutely terrible.

In the end, it was all about the commercials for me. Did any of you catch the Bridgestone “Reply All” ad? That was probably my favorite. My second favorite was Volkswagen’s “Feel the Force” ad. I could never see that little kids face, but I could feel the disappointment and excitement just by looking at that HUGE Darth Vader helmet. And, in very close third place, was Chevy’s spinoff on the old show Lassie. Just to put it into perspective, I laughed as hard at these commercials as I did at the Sprint “Anti-Theft Protection” ad and, my absolute favorite, Subway “Bad Ref” ad from past Super Bowls.

That was the Super Bowl for me this year. I’m not a Cheese Head. I’m a fan of big beards and the Associated Press 2010 Defensive Player of the Year, but my team lost. Eh, who cares? You have to be happy for Aaron Rogers, especially after he had to deal with that Bret Favre-riding-the-retirement-fence  fiasco for, what, like nine or ten seasons? I guess there’s nothing left to say accept congratulations Packers. You earned it. Oh yeah! And pass the cheese dip. My nachos are naked.

Eric Greenwell