Super Bowl XLVI is a week old but you would never know it by the "chatter" that continues over dropped passes, bad penalties, Eli Manning's elite status and geezer girl Madonna's halftime show, which included M.I.A's middle-finger malfunction.
If only Congress spent as much time breaking down the economy.
Gisele, waiting for an elevator after the game, dissed her husband's receivers, who had trouble holding onto the football during the game. Gronkowski came under fire for partying after the loss, removing his shirt and dancing like it was 1999. Imagine if his team had won?
Fans and the media, however, missed the point entirely in both cases. Does anyone think Bundchen is the first athlete's wife to disparage his teammates? It goes on every day, only most of the time it's in the privacy of the home.
You would also have to be naive to believe that Gronkowski set a precedent by "celebrating" a loss. Fans, who sometimes are too invested in their favorite teams, don't understand that athletes fail more often than they succeed and they cannot die a thousand deaths every time they fall short. Even in the Super Bowl.
The difference is that we are living in the TMZ age. Everyone is a tabloid reporter armed with a camera phone, ready to capture athletes and celebrities from the entertainment world in an unguarded moment. It reminds me of George Orwell's book "1984" about totalitarian government depicted as Big Brother.
The irony is that Big Brother is not necessarily the government as Orwell wrote in his novel, but us. We spy on the rich and famous. And we spy on ourselves. Visit YouTube and see how many people have been immortalized doing things they would rather forget.
Any politically incorrect comment you make, any lewd gesture, any embarrassing act, might be shared with the universe and beyond.
If you want to chastise Bundchen and Gronkowski, it should be for not being aware or caring that someone might be listening and/or watching and the perception it would create.
Bundchen criticized the Patriots receivers to Vince Wilfork's wife. Do you doubt for a moment that Mrs. Wilfork would not related the rant to her husband the nose tackle?
Gee, Vince might say, "I wonder what Tom says about me and the defense?"
And while we could probably get a dozen orthopedic surgeons to testify that Gronkowski was not risking further damage to his high ankle sprain by boogeying on the dance floor, you won't convince Patriots fans who know only that he didn't practice for two weeks and was largely ineffective during the game because of the injury.
Bundchen and Gronkowski didn't break new ground on Super Sunday; it's just that the rules of engagement have changed. And it's much harder to know who Big Brother is these days.