You knew I would start this off talking about Chrysler’s new Super Bowl spot, didn’t you?
I fell absolutely in love with their ad last year, featuring Eminem and Beautiful and I was very, very excited to see what they would follow it up with this year. Not excited enough to actually watch the game, mind you, but excited enough to check it out on YouTube and then promptly watch it, oh, twenty times a row. I think I’m still more partial to last year’s- just because it coined the whole “Imported From Detroit” slogan and really kicked off their new look- but I think this year’s was very well done, too. Can’t beat Clint Eastwood, right?
I do have this strange urge, though, when he says, “It’s halftime,” to yell out, “No!” Because I know it’s a metaphor and all that but, er, Clint? Chrysler ad people? It ain’t halftime no more. Excuse my double negative, but I feel pretty strongly about this.
It’s baseball season.
Sure, we’re still a couple weeks away from Catchers and Pitchers Report to Work on Their Tans Day but as soon as the guys in tight plastic outfits stop bashing into each other and the pointy brown ball gets put away (okay, I admit it, I don’t get football) our lovely sport of baseball gets center stage for a good long while. I’m talking until Game 7 in November. This time is all ours.
And I am (almost) as giddily excited as I always am for the Winter Meetings. Which is to say my priorities are quite probably twisted. No matter. The point is, I’m excited and nothing, not even extremely long math problems that actually expect me to use my non-existent reducing skills, can kill that mood.
Plus, I had fresh éclairs for dessert last night. So of course I’m in a good mood. It may not even have anything to do with baseball. Although I suspect it does.