Super Bowl Sunday is a great day for celebrations. For the teams involved in the game, it is the culmination of a year of hard work, stonewall defense teams who held the line ... skilled quarterbacks, nimble ends and running backs, all the receivers that give the game such moments of excitement and, as we saw last night, kickers who can ignore the howls of the crowd and rise to the pressure of the moment to kick the football right between the goalposts to win those all-important extra points.

Sunday's Super Bowl had it all.

Back to the celebrations, families gather to watch the game because it signals the return of the dad or conversations between the partners who love and loathe football until the season heats up in the fall. Neighbors and friends gather to socialize at a time when people are growing weary of winter.

While the coaches gave pep talks in the locker rooms, fans were treated to a glut of commercials - some funny, some glib and some, I must confess, I didn't understand. After nine minutes of commercials and small talk among the football gurus to give the show people time to set up, fans were exposed to one of the most (I am having trouble finding the word) suggestive and, in my opinion offensive, halftime Super Bowl shows ever.

This year's halftime show "hit bottom," in my opinion. The sado-masochistic type costumes, the lurid and suggestive dancing, the obscene lyrics - it's no wonder Janet Jackson left the stage with her b-b exposed in what Justin Timberlake described as a "wardrobe malfunction!"

Can you believe that! Talk about spin! Or, passing the buck!

For my money, the NFL should bring back the marching bands half-time shows so we'll all have something enjoyable and consistent with the main event to watch!