Lasers shot into the night sky, blinking lights filled the stands and fireworks burst over the field. At his drum set was Bruno Mars, shimmering gold blazer, skinny black tie, Justin Bieber hair, and all.
Mars preformed the way all Super Bowl flops wish they had. He hit every note, the choreography was stellar, the light show dazzled, and thank God—there were no wardrobe malfunctions.
Well, besides the topless Red Hot Chili Peppers in spandex. It was a little strange. The classy coordination of Mars and his band were replaced by jumping and hollering. Don’t get me wrong, I know plenty of people were thrilled by their entrance, but can we just note that the combination of Mars and the Peppers was just—off? But okay, the NFL appealed to a broader audience.