The Denver Broncos and Carolina Panthers weren’t the only ones fighting for supremacy on Super Bowl Sunday. Advertisers were battling for the top spot, too. With a $5 million price tag on a 30-second commercial, the stakes were high. Did advertisers take advantage of the 115 million people watching, or did they waste their money? Here are the spots that scored, and the ones that dropped the ball. Read more »
This weekend is all football talk, and if you, like me, do not care at all, this week’s workout playlist is designed specifically to help you drown it all out. Put some headphones in, get your sweat on, and avoid everything Super Bowl this weekend. I mean, besides the Puppy Bowl and the party guac. Because, well, duh. Read more »
Whether you’re rooting for the Panthers or the Broncos (or Team Fluff, for you Puppy Bowlers), one thing we can all agree on is that it isn’t a true viewing experience without consuming an unhealthy amount of food.
Unless you’re dedicated to spending most of the day in your kitchen, we’ve compiled a list of great takeout options to make party planning a little easier.
Corey Brown didn’t want to be called “Philly.”
It makes sense. Plenty of people drop their college nicknames when they leave school. Corey Brown only became Philly Brown to differentiate him from the other Corey Brown already on Ohio State’s football team.
He was always Corey Brown before that: While playing for the Oxford Circle Raiders as a little kid, while starring at several positions for Cardinal O’Hara in high school. Then he went to college and became Philly.
While he told Comcast SportsNet before the 2014 NFL Draft he didn’t want to come back to the city. “I don’t want to go back. It’s just not a place where you want to raise a family, not right now at least. Besides, I want to go somewhere hot.”
He ended up with the Carolina Panthers, and called himself Philly Brown. He played in 13 games his rookie year. He announced he was going back to Corey Brown — and his college number, 10 — after his rookie year. But after dropping a bunch of passes in preseason, Panthers coach Ron Rivera said he was going to call him “Philly” again.
Homefront: The Revolution is an upcoming video game where you play a resistance fighter in Philadelphia. But this isn’t a game set in the Revolutionary War. The plot, according to Kotaku: “Set in an alternate timeline where Korea and other Asian nations form a federation before invading the U.S., Homefront places you in the shoes of a fighter in the Philadelphia resistance.”
The game’s latest trailer actually shows the city rendered pretty faithfully, especially the skyline (though the placement of houses seems to be a bit wonky). That’s okay, though, because of something I spotted in recently-released gameplay footage. Read more »
Philly, maybe it’s time to admit it: We’re a world-class city.
Our leaders have touted that as an aspiration for years, generally to much mirth and eye-rolling from the citizenry — and for good reason: We know ourselves too well to take the pomposity of a such a statement too seriously. We know we’re a long way from being perfect. Read more »
My ears perked up as soon as I heard the opening notes to “Get Your Freak On” on Sunday night. It couldn’t be — could it?
But then, one by one, the Super Bowl party girlfriend couch snapped to attention. Then my phone blew up with increasingly excited emojis (perhaps there were no words, perhaps we’re all borderline illiterate at this point). This was happening — Missy Elliott was joining Katy Perry for the halftime show.
It’s not that Katy wasn’t great. She was beyond great, from her animatronic tiger entrance to her frighteningly catchy — possibly illegally so — medley of hits. I’m in the minority here, but I find her dancing to be fairly adorable.
But Missy Elliott?
You know who you are: You hate football for the entire season, but for one cold Sunday evening a year, you plop yourself in front of the television and pretend to watch two teams that you know nothing about run up and down a field for three hours. In truth, you have no clue how to even play football and you’re really only watching the Super Bowl for the commercials, halftime show (which was awesome!)—and to see what Johnny Weir wore during the pre-game segment. The Internet feels for you, as evident from this collection of sparkling memes:
Katy Perry can’t dance.
I first noticed this last year, when I was invited to attend her concert in Philadelphia. Of course I said yes. I’m a fan of pop music, and though I’d never gone out of my way to listen to a Katy Perry song that did not feature Kanye West—I’ve done “E.T.” at karaoke—I figured I’d know a few songs and enjoy the spectacle even though the show was, I guess, aimed at children.
I did enjoy it. But what was weird is I literally knew every single song Perry played. I had no idea how much Perry had taken over the pop landscape. I didn’t realize her songs were that catchy. She was more of a star than I expected.
So Perry performing at the Super Bowl halftime show made sense. But, still, she can’t dance. What I noticed at the Wells Fargo Center this summer was that Perry solves this problem by involving copious amounts of props in her shows. So many props. And because she’s now been on the landscape for many years—her breakout hit, “I Kissed a Girl,” was released in 2008—she’s gotten quite good at knowing what props to use.