For the 39th consecutive year, they played the Super Bowl; for the 39th consecutive year, I watched it. There was the usual array of quirky commercials, replay reversals and ex-presidents, and, in the end, the New England Patriots established themselves as the most unlikely dynasty since the Van Patten clan ran roughshod over Hollywood in the mid-1980s.
Anyway, I took notes.
Bill Belichick, Patriots' coach and genius, has a hard time figuring out where his headset is meant to go.
(Ann Heisenfelt -- AP)
2:25 p.m. ET: If I knew Tim McCarver was going to show up on Super Bowl Sunday, I would've watched "Kung Pow: Enter the Fist" on FX instead.
2:42: Here's the thing about Terry Bradshaw: In the 17th century, he might've been the village idiot; in the 21st century, he's a potential running mate for Hillary Rodham Clinton.
2:57: Frankly, Kelly Clarkson on that pregame stage didn't exactly give me that Beatles-on-the-"Ed Sullivan Show" feel.
3:33: We get a preview of the upcoming Fox Soccer Channel. Thanks for the warning.
4:59: They just ran a Heineken commercial that scared me more than "Apocalypse Now."
5:13: At my MLS Cup party, I remember drinking too much Yoo-Hoo.
5:38: Bill Belichick swears by Sun Tzu's military treatise, "The Art of War." Couch Slouch swears by Gallagher's concert film, "Gallagher -- Melon Crazy."
6:31: If they wait any longer until kickoff, the NHL season might start.
6:34: We probably could fix Social Security for less money than we spend on the Super Bowl coin toss.
6:38: To be honest, I wouldn't have been surprised to see Terrell Owens playing if he were in a body cast.
6:46: My neighbor says I make too much noise when I'm watching football. Yeah, like she doesn't shout during "Iron Chef."
7:16: One of my ex-wives calls in the second quarter. Of the Super Bowl. Needless to say, this is one of the reasons she is one of my ex-wives.