Wait a minute! You mean it's over?!? I clearly recall this time last year -- there was still another week to go before Buffalo lost the big game.

What a waste of good commercial air time!

Just think, with the old system --two weeks between the conference championships and the Super Bowl -- there was room for all sorts of overkill.

McDonald's could've run commercials all week, showing Charles Barkley practicing for the shootout that Michael and Larry wouldn't let him join.

Heck, they could've shown three different ads with all three of them practicing. What else have they got to do -- play professional basketball or something?

And where was one of those kickers (from the other commercial) on the sidelines eating the food like Jordan does in their ad?

By the way -- it's been a year now, isn't that Big Mac cold already?

And speaking of Michael Jordan -- who is Johnny Kilroy? Did Steve Martin ever figure that out?

The only vivid memory I have is one of looking up from a plate of pizza and wings and seeing Martin playing around with some plastic figurines, one with a basketball.

If he really wanted to find out if Kilroy was really "His Airness," they should look for the guy with the big afro on the baseball diamond.

And is Charlotte's Alonzo Mourning the heir apparent to the Nike ad throne? He shows up talking about Johnny Kilroy to Martin, and he shows up in Barkley's talk show ad.

Maybe "Zo's" Hornet buddy Larry Johnson should be doing those talk show-type commercials. It might be a little less stressful on his back than dressing up like his Grandmama?

And speaking of talk shows, the Chevy Chase Doritos Tortilla Thins ad was one of the best.

Much better than the one with the kid betting his seat on the premise that the person in front of him couldn't eat just one.

There's only one commercial that this critic really has any qualms with.

How can the Pepsi ad scientists possibly justify sending Cindy Crawford into a Pepsi deprivation chamber, and having Rodney Dangerfield walk out? It would've been fine if Rodney walked in and Cindy came out -- but what happened to Cindy?

Forget Johnny Kilroy. Somebody call Steve Martin and get him on the Rodney-Cindy case immediately.

And of course, the end-all of every Super Bowl commercial --the Bud Bowl. What number was it -- five? Six? Seven? Who cares --they should just call it the Annual Bud Bowl Classic.

(Hey, why doesn't the NFL do that to the Super Bowl, too? Just wait until the guy who paints the logos on the field has to find some way to fit Super Bowl MCMLXCVI. Then we'll have some changes.)

Back to the Bud Bowl. Isn't it great how those little bottles catch the ball without any hands? But they really do have to hire a real coach -- no more of this one-year contract stuff with guys like Mike Ditka, Bum Phillips, Corbin Bernsen and Joe Namath.

Oh wait, Joe "Willie" Namath --that's what Dick Enberg called him -- does the coin toss now, he can't coach for more than a year.

Besides, if they're going to hire former coaches, where was Joe Bugel or Richie Petitbon? Or how about Jerry Glanville, he lives in Atlanta doesn't he?

There was one problem with the Bud Bowl though -- where was Dr. Galley-week-itch (Yes, I am)? Or the guy from the Lee family reunion? Wait, that's the same guy right?

Anybody got Steve Martin's phone number?