Neil Best leaves no stone unturned in the world of sports media.
I can't recall anything I've written in three decades of daily newspapering that has caused me more grief than the 100-word take on the Super Bowl halftime show that I wrote in five or 10 minutes Sunday evening.
Many friends, colleagues and readers over 50 are greatly displeased and have let me know in person, on the phone and via email.
So I went back and watched the Who's performance again to see whether I perhaps had misjudged them under the pressure of Super Bowl copy deadlines and space restrictions.
Look: I have nothing against the Who - even though I'm a Stones guy - and upon further review Daltrey and Townshend put forth way more energy than I orginally gave them credit for as they gasped for air during their 12-minute museum-piece set of 40-year-old rock classics.
(It presumably was the most-viewed musical performance in U.S. history.)
The point I should have stuck to rather than critiquing the music, especially since I'm no expert, is that after six years of middle-aged and late-middle-aged halftime acts at the big game, it is way past time to acknowledge the 21st century in 2011.
Save us, Beyonce.
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