I’m sitting on my couch, Brady jersey on and my cousin sitting to my left bad mouthing me for being the only Patriot fan in the house while he flaunts his Marshawn Lynch number 24. While getting trash talked about my jersey, the Seahawks’ 13 minute control over the pigskin in the first half it dawned on me, “Why are these commercials so bad?” It seemed as if there were only three good super bowl commercials. The good ones consisted of notorious movie gangster Danny Trejo (as Marcia Adams of the Adams family) for snickers, 007 in the 2015 Kia Sorento, and God using a mophie power brick to “keep the lights on ‘upstairs.”

Here are my three favorite commercials and the only ones I thought were noteworthy.