Every so often, even the hard-boiled staffers of The Classical are overwhelmed by the sporting life. The back end of the two weeks leading up to the Super Bowl are one of those times. There's really not that much to say about one football game, even if that one football game is also a not-totally-hinged walpurgisnacht/stand-in for American culture in the year 2012. Between reporters asking Madonna about A-Rod's possible centaur fetish, and the collective wailing/gnashing of teeth over Ferris Bueller appearing in a Honda commercial, we'll all be ready for a break from sports come 10 p.m. Eastern time tonight.
As the most delicate flower on staff here, I might not even make it that long. In order to gut out these last few hours of suffocating hype, I've found myself watching and re-watching what I think might be the complete opposite of Super Bowl XLVI, as far as sports stories go: A ten-minute mini-documentary called Aquadettes, made by Drea Cooper and Zackary Canepari. It's a short, handsomely shot film about life, death, synchronized swimming, and weed, narrated by a member of the Aquadettes synch swim team, who's struggling with MS and working on her PMA. Though the subject matter and the setting could easily lend themselves to an ironic schmaltz, Aquadettes is corn-syrup-free. Take ten minutes off from today's id-stravaganza to watch a senior citizen get lifted, talk about mortality, and pose up with her synchronized swimming crew. Worth it, if only for this line: "It's hard to know what the next goal should be, other than staying alive."
Postscript: Aquadettes was entered into a competition for short films at Sundance, but didn't win. One of the other runners-up in that contest was a short film called '92 Skybox Alonzo Mourning Rookie Card. '92SAMRC is sadly not a documentary about the making of said card, but does contain some chuckles.
[A big tip of the silicone swim cap to @superanne for introducing me to Aquadettes.]