I did a total double-take on the Raptor flyby...I think those Super Hornets had confused me. McCartney was quite good. Hurray for not letting MTV produce the show this time, saved us from having to see a half-assed combo of washed-up nostalgia rockers and flavor-of-the-moment corporate flunkies trying to look like they were meant to perform together (hello, Aerosmith and Nelly did not mix and Mary J. Blige just looked like she was wondering if the check would clear). Of course, there was that odd spectacle of the American Idol girl singing the national anthem over the recording (vastly superior) of Ray Charles's rendition and surrounded by...I dunno, I didn't catch the makeup of that group but they all looked like they were either blind or otherwise "special needs". And then we got the anthem again from the military choruses, done appropriately. Weird.
Hey, did anyone else see that Eagle get his shoulder knocked out of socket in slo-mo on that one play? Guy's arm had collided with a Pats' leg and then it looked like the entire arm went detached and started to rotate. Not as gross as a compound fracture (hi, Mr. Theismann), but impressive nonetheless.
