Last year’s Super Bowl commercials were “offensive” to women, but this year’s commercials? SUCKED.

The Doritos ones were lame, and the first one they aired was just fucking creepy.

Apparently there were two Eminem commercials, but I only saw the one where he was CGI. I think it might have been for Brisk or some other soft drink. Either way, as I said on Twitter, the “I’m angry and I’m cool” routine is long past old. Then again, I may be biased because I can’t stand Eminem.

I didn’t see anything past the end of the second quarter, though, because I had no interest in watching the halftime show. We left Mike’s mom’s as soon as they went into the regular halftime show — you know, recapping and talking about everything we all just watched — and when we got home, the “big” show was over. I turned on my laptop and did everything but watch the game. I really like football, but I could care less about the Steelers or Packers. I found out who won through Twitter. (Thank you, Twitter, for saving my eyes the trouble of having to differentiate between all of the players wearing the same color pants.)

The big game did have one redeeming quality — this super adorable commercial:

I saw a video clip of the kid being interviewed, and he’s this six-year-old boy with longish blond hair and big brown eyes. My ovaries are screaming. It’s also not helping that Mike’s mom is pressuring us to give her the next grandchild.

WANT. BABY. NOOOW.

Anyway. The big debate this year isn’t even about the commercials; Christina Aguilera fucked up the National Anthem. Oops. Honestly, I didn’t even notice at the time. I was just reading Teresa’s post on the Super Bowl and she pointed it out, so I watched the clip of Christina singing it. Sure enough, she made a mistake. Everyone is buzzing about how she missed a verse. She did not, in fact, miss a verse. She instead missed the “ramparts” line

o’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming

and instead jumped back to the second line of the song, replacing “hailed” with “watched”:

oh so proudly we watched at the twilight’s last gleaming

and went into the big finish. (You know, bombs bursting in air and stuff. Daniel Tosh is going to have a field day with this one.)

If she had in fact missed an entire verse, I’d be able to see why people are freaking out. But, as you all should know, “Star Spangled Banner” has four verses, and we only sing one for our National Anthem.

I do agree with Teresa that it should not have happened — to a certain extent; it does happen, and I think Christina recovered nicely. She recovered so nicely that I didn’t even notice at the time. I actually thought that people were talking shit about her because she sounded kind of sick.

Oh well. At least she can actually sing. (I’m looking at you, Fergie.)

What did you think of the big game?