Is it too late to talk about superbowl commercials? I know a blog is supposed to be at least somewhat timely, but what the hey. I liked the clydesdale one, the one about the oboe player that got picked second draft to the rangers, and the giant mouse. And I had a special place in my heart for the animatronic badgers. And yet, it all made me wistful for some of the commercials of superbowls past. Given the years I have put in, in various organizations, as an office minion/professional, I have an especially soft soft spot for Terry Tate, Office Linebacker. I think the year it aired was Dr. G’s and my first superbowl with our new church in DC. There was a chili cookoff, and everybody was hanging out at the pastor’s house. The other day I pulled up the commercial on the internet and started laughing all over again. Then Dr. G pointed out that the whole thing is, unfortunately, a giant black man terrorizing white people. Okay, so he’s right. Well, Terry terrorizes one wimpy black guy. Does that mean I ought not to embed it here? But it’s so funny.