Somewhere, between the longest rendition of “The Star Spangled Banner” and the hugging of two Harbaugh brothers at midfield after a final whistle, there was a Super Bowl. In between were 18 million commercials, a hoochie-coochie halftime show, and a 34 minute power failure that will end up as the hallmark of the event.

Super Bowl XLVII was hosted by the city of New Orleans, most famously known not for jazz, the French Quarter, or Mardi Gras, but infamously as the city that Katrina “rurnt.” (“Rurnt” for everybody is the southern version of “ruined.”)

As I was leaving church Sunday evening someone asked, “Who ya’ pulling for?”

I asked, sarcastically, “Who’s playing?”

There was a day when a monumental professional sporting event like the Super Bowl would have garnered my utmost attention, but it no longer floats my boat as it once did.

It’s surrounded by too much money. The players make too much. The tickets cost too much and, although I have never attended a Super Bowl, I would bet that even a cold hot dog and soda pop would cost at least five dollars!

Donna Sue asked me what I thought of the commercials. That seems to be one of the highlights of the Super Bowl. Every company that can afford one tries to sell itself with a great, Super Bowl commercial.

As I type this, I remember nary a one that I saw on Sunday night, but I did look up many of them after the fact. I always like the Clydesdales pulling that Budweiser wagon, even though they have eliminated the great jingle that went with it.

I liked the Coca-Cola commercial, but don’t think any Coke commercial will be better than the one where they sang about teaching the world to sing in perfect harmony. Come to think of it, the Mean Joe Greene Coke commercial was pretty good, too.

The halftime show, as much as I saw, convinced me that I have “old” ears. My ears are the same age as the rest of my body, but they just can’t understand what Beyonce was saying! I’m telling the truth. I could not understand a single word she sang, but I guess that wasn’t really the focus of the halftime show was it?

Finally, I found one aspect of this Super Bowl almost unbelievable, except for the fact that it really happened.

Consider this. There are 32 NFL teams. That means there are 32 head coaches every year. Only two of those coaches make it to the Super Bowl.

Imagine all the young men who aspire to be a head coach at some level. Imagine again the odds of that young man getting through the maze of becoming a head coach in the NFL. The odds of that happening are staggering.

Well, what about the odds of two brothers making that journey to become head coaches in the NFL? Then, think about the odds of those two brothers coaching against each other in the most watched and famous game of the year, the Super Bowl. That’s almost impossible, but it happened in Super Bowl XLVII.