When the lights went out in the third quarter of Super Bowl XLVII, the public address announcer intoned, “Ladies and gentlemen, we will resume the game momentarily.”
At that moment, with Baltimore leading San Francisco 28-6 and the electricity far from certain to return, it sounded hopefully like someone saying, “Ladies and gentlemen, we will resume Dan Marino’s charmed life … some day.”
I don’t mean to make bad jokes at the Marino family’s expense, for they came out of the weekend feeling even more battered than the 49ers, and we all surely wish them better times ahead.
After all, the Superdome lights did come on again as the Ravens wound up bringing most of the electricity.
The 49ers’ remains were splattered all over the Superdome, 34-31 victims of the jackal-like Ravens of Baltimore.
And Marino’s personal life, and his family’s emotions, were all being dragged through a tabloidish hell after his purported extramarital affair.
Maybe there’s not really much connection between this Super Bowl and Marino’s dilemma. But it was hard to avoid some linkage, with football palaver going on just about everywhere
For what it’s worth, and for obvious reasons, I feel a lot worse for the Marino family than I do for the 49ers.
The 49ers at least had a chance to fight back.
I don’t know about Marino’s brood.
As for this Super Bowl, it wasn’t so much a match as it was an execution.
Which I suppose Marino may also postulate about his terrible situation, once the whole world seemed to land on his back.
There’s a huge difference between a football team’s defeat and a family’s devastation.
A team can go back to the practice field and point its nose toward the next game.
It isn’t that easy for a family, especially one with children in school.
I hope Danny and his clan will get it back together. I always admired the family. But it never had a hill to climb like this one.
Maybe it is gauche to compare the Marinos’ lot with that of the 49ers.
Family is always more important than football.
Meanwhile, back to Super Bowl XLVII: Whose shoes would you less rather be in this morning?
The Super Bowl electricians? Or 49ers coach Jim Harbaugh?
That might be close. The game itself wasn’t, really, until Frank Gore’s 6-yard TD run and David Akers’ conversion brought the 49ers back to within five points, down 28-23, at the end of the third quarter.
Up 31-23 early in the fourth, the Ravens kept banging away defensively with Ray Lewis and Ed Reed. But then Kaepernick’s 15-yard dash put the 49ers back in it at 31-29 with 9:57 left.
If Flacco and Kaepernick sound like a vaudeville team instead of opposing quarterbacks, Super Bowl XLVII sounded all over by halftime when the Ravens were up by 15.
Which it was, after Kaepernick’s last desperate misfire to Michael Crabtree in the gloaming of this frenzied match.
And, of course, most of us can only hope the Marino match isn’t over yet.