Well its all over and yes, the Patriots on the Super Bowl, presumably with inflated footballs and all.
And yet, in my heart of hearts, I know there was a true winner. A winner that transcended sports or music or the one time of year commercials are actually entertaining.
I'm talking to you, shark.
I don't know what exactly it was about these pastel blue shark costume clad backup dancers that made them the best part about Super Bowl XLVIVLVIIIXXXXI, but if I know anything about the internet (which I do) It's that if you stick a fluffy, out of place, seemingly untrained, apathetic-looking terrors of the sea next to America's equivalent of Helen of Troy, you are going to make waves.
It takes a lot to get people to take there attention off of a woman dressed as a beach ball, singing in center-stage who only ten minutes previous had rode in on a giant tiger puppet, but somehow, that's exactly what happened.
So what is it that made these sharks such a hit? Was it the out of sync dance moves? The puppet mouths which seemed to at times sing along with the song and other times trail off into god-knows what? I believe it was the sadness in their eyes that moved people.
Behind the too-sweet bubblegum of "California Girls" we saw the real pain that lies at the heart of these sharks.
Whatever they are sad about, whatever mysterious troubles plague dancing sharks, all we know is that they danced. They danced with passion and wild abandon. They danced and for a moment in history, they were stars.
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