Having watched over 40 Super Bowls, here is what I predict will happen over the course of the telecast of Super Bowl XLVII. It's similar to an article I wrote a few years ago; and again, nothing much will change and this culture is as consistent and predictible as ever.
I am the typical American Super Bowl viewer: male, female and American.
Before viewing another telecast of the Super Bowl, an event which I try to view from the perspective of God, The Creator; but still in an earthly sense; I have come to more greatly and exponentially see the evolution of the typical American male and what this creation appears as to one another. And here is what man (and in some cases women), have evolved into as a creation:
I let a woman who is anything but modest sing about God's grace in a racy outfit with a lot of "Oohs Ahhs; Yeahs and Yeahs" and few inspirational words. She is followed by a star who chirps (if it's not dishonest lip-synching) about the country and its greatness in a sexy outfit with pumps or high heels a stripper would wear.
Moments later, I am proud, proud that I have armed military and jets, like a Biblical swarm of locusts or a formation of birds do a "fly over," so I can feel secure in my fearful heart that the nation is supporting troops who kill at all costs; man, woman and child, so I can defend my way of sinful life and my newfound being.
I watch controversial commercials that promote promiscuity, foul-language and repetitive, mind-numbing nonsense.
Seemingly out of nowhere, I then come to learn that men (a real man's man) are submissive to women and all males have to offer women is money and all women want is financial support in some asinine commercials I won't even choose to remember; only let sink into my subconscious.
Later, as I progress through watching a game of the greatest God-given athletes on the planet; I realize I was being taught that I if I really wanted to improve my game I should drink beer. And if I drink enough of it, I either am or will become a dumb jock (who's never played the game, because athletic greatness and alcohol NEVER mix), who violently or idiotically speaks or acts, completely abuses or tortures animals (God's second living creation); and surely, I am an out-of-shape, mind-numbed Neanderthal who objectifies women as nothing more than sexual creatures.
Eventually my drunkenness will make me so dumb and unhealthy that I eat as much snack food and animals as humanly possible. I am not only a dumb viewer, but a dumb creator of non-creative, non-comedic commercials who believes I can sell you because you are like-minded.
I later learn, to be a success, or get the girl; I need a product that teases, tempts and titillates; or I need a career and a job that will afford me the opportunity to live the American dream and get a sexy wife or date that I can objectify some more or use and make hordes of money while doing it, maybe by lying, stealing or cheating!
Last, but not least; I spend most of my day exposing my tatooed, grotesque, aging, out-of-shape body by acting and speaking like a classless idiot. My God!
The good news is: Ray Lewis keeps taking about God and quotes Scripture. I hope....
Yet as one of 2 Billion Christians on the planet, I can only pray, in all those hours, at least once I hear the Name above all Names mentioned: Jesus Christ.
I do recall announcer Phil Simms using Christ's name as a curse word years ago on a telecast; but no, no, not once do I predict I will hear the glorious Name of Jesus Christ, God's Son, mentioned during this telecast of perhaps His greatest game creation and involving these "gladiators of the gridiron."
Finally, in the end, after the day concludes, as a male (on a personal note) I will probably be downright ashamed.
It shames me as one who loves the NFL and football, to see its telecast be so degrading and demeaning; but I fear after many, many years of viewing this great game called the Super Bowl, this prediction will come true again next year.
God bless this creation, they (we) are going to need Him.