The Daily Show: Ears Edition - TDS Time Machine | Great Moments in Super Bowling

Episode Date: February 9, 2025

Get ready for the big game with a look back at The Daily Show's coverage through the years.  Jon Stewart exposes Janet Jackson's "wardrobe malfunction," and unpacks controversial ad campaigns. Jessica Williams explains Beyonce's half time showstopper. Trevor Noah takes aim at riotous Philadelphia fans, and stadium snoozing. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

You're listening to Comedy Central. February 2nd, 2004. From Comedy Central's World News headquarters in New York, this is The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Let's get right to it. As America licks the last traces of Dorito dust from its fingers and Houston, Texas reverts back from center of the universe status to sh**hole. We take a fond look back at the pageantry, spectacle and erectile dysfunction that was Super Bowl 38 to the game!

But first, but first to the pregame, which began sometime Friday morning and by yesterday had gotten so dull, CBS's Jim Nance was forced to fill Network Airtime talking to this guy. Guys, I've got a lot of great sports memories of Houston, Phi Slamma, Jamma, Love Ya Blue, Nolan Ryan, guys, I'm still agonizing

over the Astros losing to the Phillies in 1980. There you have it. He's still agonizing over a quarter century old baseball loss. Total failure of US intelligence? Eh, it happens. We'll look into it.

But the Astros and the Phillies, ooh. Still. All right, time for the game. But first, Toby Keith, whose performance gave producers an opportunity to show off their cool new Matrix cameras. Perfect for those moments when you think, I must see the other side of Toby Keith immediately. Make it so.

But enough talk, game time. But first, Aerosmith, who got things rolling with a rowdy, down and dirty rock and roll tribute to the space shuttle, Columbia, and its astronauts who lost their lives. Aerosmith. Actually, I did do a sort of a deep version of their dream on song, and in a sign of things to come, the number ended when Steven Tyler accidentally tore off rhythm guitarist Brad Whitford's denim ass panels.

Now, the, what a reel. I know, for a band that old, that's a good looking ass panel. I gotta say. All right, now the big game. We came to play, it's time to, ah, I forgot the national anthem. Here we go. Performed by Beyoncé. -♪ The brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the brave, the I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I just, I don't think I was ready for that jelly. I just don't think I was. All right, all kidding aside, let's go to the halftime show. Which aside from the commercials is always the most anticipated part of the Super Bowl. This year's MTV produced extravaganza began when Janet Jackson, more on her later, came out and lip synched an old song of hers. Followed by, of course, P. Diddy, who rushed to attend the event after apparently completing the Iditarod.

The cavalcade of stars continued with our good friend Nellie, whose penis unfortunately picked an opportune time to begin itching. And then Kid Rock, who honored America by turning its flag into a poncho. Kid then sang that cowboy song he always sings, but with specific lyrics. Kid Rock, half time, super bowl, that's right.

Indeed, Kid Rock, half bowl, super time, that's right. Indeed. Kid Rock, half bowl, super time, that is right. And in ten years you can look forward to those lyrics being, Kid Rock, Bar Mitzvah, Jason Cohen, that's right, I'm here. I'm doing it. Oh. Poor Nelly and his itchy penis. It must really itch. We should use talc.

Sadly, what happened next turned what had been a dignified highbrow affair into a shameless display of sexual exploitation. Janet Jackson took the stage again, surrounding herself with players from that dangerous of sports gay roller ball. The star was then joined by Justin Timberlake, who in a premeditated display of spontaneity, accidentally tore off Jackson's bustier,

revealing her right breast to the world. Shocking! And yet, oddly reminiscent of the 1971 halftime show when Carol Channing entertained fans by putting them on the glass! Well, hellooo... boobies. CBS immediately apologized for the nudity.

And Timberlake himself apologized for what he dubbed, quote, a wardrobe malfunction. A wardrobe malfunction. It was in fact a wardrobe malfunction. Justin was actually supposed to get both breasts out. Apparently he skipped rehearsals for the left one. Now, the Jackson incident, or teet gate, prompted immediate expressions of outrage.

CBS distanced themselves. The FCC is going to investigate. And today, NFL commissioner Paul Tagliabue released this statement reading in part quote, we were extremely disappointed by the MTV produced halftime show. The show was offensive, inappropriate and embarrassing to us and our fans. Clearly, the NFL wants no part of this kind of tawdry display. The NFL promotes good, clean, concussive, vertebrate snapping fun for the whole family. There is no room in that for even a millisecond of partially obscured bosom. Now, but you have to think, is there something more sinister at work here behind the NFL's outrage at Jackson's sexy display.

Think about it. Which product is an official sponsor of the NFL? Come rain or snow or whatever we play. Baseball? Take on the future challenge like I do. And you gotta love that! You see the problem? The NFL is sponsored by an erectile dysfunction drug.

For Janet Jackson to give older men an erection during the halftime show, that's copyright infringement. She is not supposed to jiggle her boob without the express written consent of the National Football League. Offer not valid in Tennessee. Anyway... to me, the real tragedy of the whole thing, the halftime show at the Super Bowl,

is supposed to be about the music sucking. We'll be right back. Whoo! We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back.

We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. means to be an American. An event that begins with an emotional salute to the victims of gun violence. It quickly gives way to a promotional salute to the glorifying of said gun violence. It's bang bang time.

Yes it is. Bang bang time. I didn't realize two broke girls had taken such a dark turn. All right. We cheered as men committed brutal violence upon one another and then complained bitterly at the sight of two people kissing. And a multi-million dollar sound and light show was immediately followed by yet another sign that our basic infrastructure is on the verge of collapse.

We uh, that's from the natural, we couldn't find a football movie where the lights were on. Last night was a big bowl of super. Anybody out there with red blood coursing through their veins, watch the Baltimore Ravens squeeze by the San Francisco 49ers 34 to 31, all while eating food designed to stop the red blood from coursing through their veins. Mmm, nacho cheese body shots. Don't mind if I... bleh. Though anybody can throw the game on and pretend to be a real American and watch it, I make sure to take it up a notch, and I skeet shoot while I watch.

I skeet shoot all the time, man. When I'm watching TV, I skeet shoot. I skeet shoot inside, outside. And that's not Photoshopped. There's no way to Photoshop a skeet shoot picture. As with any great American conflict, this game pit brother against brother, each wondering who would finally win the game and with it, the long lost love of their parents.

But by half time with the score at 21 to 6, it appeared the game was all but over. And that's when she walked in. Beyonds! Amazing vocals, breathtaking choreography, and of course, whatever this was. She even let two lucky contest winners join her on stage. No, you didn't like that one, huh? Ah! Okay.

It was actually, it was very nice to see Destiny's Child back together again. Or as George Stephanopoulos calls them, the Pointer Sisters. It was Morgan Freeman, I think. Never gets old. But you know, after Beyonce's performance, if you liked it, you should have put a fuse on it.

Because just as Baltimore's Jacoby Jones seemingly put the game out of reach for Baltimore with a 108-yard touchdown kill of a turn, skedunk! This was about a piece of electronic equipment that monitors the power feeding into the stadium. It sensed what Superdome officials are calling, quote, an abnormality. Oh, right, an abnormality.

To Yasa Sobo! Tuyasa Sobo! Why did you do yasasobo? How many football players must suffer for these evil schemes? But wins and losses, blackouts and performances aside, the real contest took place amongst America's foremost products, who competed for the opportunity to be buzzed about with an estimated global audience of everybody. The Super Bowl is the company's best chance to get its message across to America. Messages like, This definitely not it.

Our candy feels pain when you eat it. And our chips are so good, even a goat will eat them. Interestingly though, that ad wasn't the one that wound up being the most talked about. It might be the most controversial ad at the Super Bowl. It's an ad from GoDaddy called Perfect Match. We're supermodels, bar of Raffaelli, locks lips with a geeky looking engineer. Oh really? That ad was controversial?

Oh, because she was kissing a Jew? Is that why? Oh, oh it's so disgusting to kiss a Jew? Is that it? Because she's so disgustingly, what's that? I'm being told that that's not why people were upset. The source was apparently America's belief that affection should only take place between looks equals.

He's not attractive enough to kiss. By the way, how was this objectionable? But everybody was perfectly fine with the ad about the guy who was clearly f***ing his horse. I'm not saying I blame them. That's a fine looking Clydesdun. Anyway, in the end, the Ravens prevailed. The game was the swan song for 17-year veteran linebacker Ray Lewis, seen here portrayed as a very angry badger.

He's an inspirational figure to his teammates, but Lewis's story is complicated by some personal troubles. Just a little matter of... I'll let Boomer Esiason explain. I'll tell you, because he was involved in a double murder. He was involved in a double murder. Double murder. Double murder as Newt Rockne used to call them. The old double murder-oo.

But in the pregame interview, Ray Lewis offered up a novel defense for his actions. What would you like to say to the families to the family. If you knew. If you really knew. The way God works. He don't use people. Who commits anything like that. For his glory.

It's the total opposite. Must be must be quite the comfort to the families of those murder victims. The news that God makes sure everybody gets what they deserve. Still, that's the case. Criminal trials should go a lot faster. Your honor, what evidence do you believe the victim's blood being found in my client's limousine or my client going to 13 Pro Bowls?

I mean 13 Would God allow a murderer? To go to 13 Pro Bowls. I rest my faith Yes, it's seen by the end of this long and complicated day that our senses had been beaten into submission and numbed by excess. Just as I began to question this annual ritual of violence and consumerism, well, I saw this one final commercial.

In the eternal debate for answers, the one thing that's true is what's true for you. And I realized after seeing that, that I actually f***ing love the Super Bowl. Guys getting hit really hard, hot girls kissing ugly dudes, hot dudes kissing hot horses, beer trucks, chips. I found my answer to Scientology and it was inside my refrigerator the whole time. We'll be right back. Wow! Wow!

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! headquarters in New York. This is The Daily Show with Trevor Noe. -♪ The Daily Show theme music plays. -♪ As we all know, last night was the Super Bowl.

And it seems like the real MVP of the night was Beyoncé. For more, we turn to our senior Beyoncé correspondent, Jessica Williams, everybody. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you. Thanks, Trevor. On Saturday, Beyoncé dropped her new song, Formation. And in typical Beyoncé fashion, there was an epic video to go along with it.

Everybody in the Beyhive went to Nolz Con One, which is reserved only for the most intense Beyoncé drops. JK, we're always in Nolz Con One. And it was awesome because there was so much in this video about black female empowerment. But it's not just about self-love. I mean, she calls out police brutality and the constant fear that black people have of the police. She even threw back to Hurricane Katrina.

The black girl magic in that video was out of control. She was like a beautiful black Dumbledore, but wearing a really nice weave and $3,000 worth of Gucci. And that was just the tailgate before the big game. It really was an amazing show, but not everyone was ready for that jelly. In the end, we find out that Beyoncé dressed up in a tribute to the Black Panthers, went to a Malcolm X formation, and the song, the lyrics, which I couldn't make out a syllable,

were basically telling cops to stop shooting blacks. I thought it was really outrageous that she used it as a platform to attack police officers. Is there anything in America which can exclude race? I mean, why is race brought into the halftime show at a Super Bowl game? Why? LAUGHTER

Race was brought in because Beyoncé was brought in. And race yourself. You might want to sit down for this, but Beyonce is black. And as a black person, you walk around every day constantly reminded that you are black. We're more likely to get paid less, we're more likely to get sent to prison, and we're more likely to win a dance competition.

But it's not all bad. The point is, Beyoncé is black, and this song is her message. That's what artists do. Their message is in their music. Like how Chris Martin wore his global citizen armband to promote his message of ending worldwide poverty. Or how Bruno Mars delivered his message about how Uptown was gonna funk me up.

That's a threat. I live Uptown, I barely slept after that performance. How dare he say something like that? And why are people surprised that Beyonce would send a message during the show? She's done this since the beginning of her career. Have we forgotten when she addressed the importance of mental health and crazy in love? Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, no, no, indeed.

But look, I get it. Beyoncé wasn't just doing any television performance. I mean, this was the Super Bowl. And that's what got some people pissed. You're talking to middle America when you got a sweet, when you had a Super Bowl, so if you can have entertainment, let's have, you know, decent, wholesome entertainment. Okay, so, first of all,

are you saying that you can't talk about race issues to middle America? What are they, so delicate and unaware and maybe so white that Beyonce is too much for them? You know what's right in the middle of America? Ferguson, Missouri. And furthermore... I am so sorry, You know what's right in the middle of America? Ferguson, Missouri. And furthermore, furthermore... I am so sorry that this wasn't wholesome enough for you.

I didn't realize that singing about race was equivalent to Janet Jackson getting her titty pulled out at the Super Bowl. But you're right. You know what? The fans deserve wholesome entertainment, like watching 300-pound men give each other concussions, while a crowd cheers like we're extras in the movie Gladiator. Fans deserve wholesome entertainment, like watching 300-pound men give each other concussions while a crowd cheers like we're extras in the movie Gladiator.

So what is wrong with Beyoncé, everyone? Were you not entertained? -♪ Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Buzzer. Let's go. Thank you. Thank you. We'll be right back. Let's go. All right. Thank you. February 5, 2018. From Comedy Central's World News headquarters in New York, this is The Daily Show with

Trevor Noah. What's up? Got to say it. Congratulations, Philadelphia Eagles. Well done. First Super Bowl victory ever. And from the way the fans celebrated, you could tell that they were new at this. Overnight, Philly streets erupt.

Celebrations turned to riots. Rowdy fans ripped down lampposts, storming the City Hall gates. The celebration quickly got rowdy. Fans pulled down traffic lights, started fires and tipped over cars. Yeah! They climbed on top of the Ritz-Carlton awning, which ended up collapsing.

Police were left powerless as this fan hopped on top of a police van, riding it through the massive crowd. Damn! It got so crazy that the police were left powerless? The poor police, what happened? They were like, we couldn't do anything. They were white.

We just... Why would you burn your city down when you won? Like now I feel like the Eagles fans need to lose every year just so that they can go out and fix things. Oh, well, there's always next year, boys. Hand me a wrench. Hand me a wrench. You know what it feels like, actually? It feels like the Eagles fans thought they were going to lose, so they planned a riot, but then they won,

and they didn't want to let a good riot go to waste. They're like, yeah, let's do it anyway. I love this city! Yeah! I mean, they were jumping on top of the awning at the Ritz-Carlton. How did they even get up there? Can you imagine how terrified the fancy rich people in the Ritz-Carlton were?

Like, just people outside the Ritz-Carlton must be like, dear Lord, Margaret, Margaret, Margaret! The revolution is happening! It's happening, Margaret, hide the silver, hide the silver! Like, it's, you know, it's hard enough for me to understand why happy people are burning things and trashing cars. Like that's already strange to me. But one fan was so excited that for some reason,

and this is a real thing, he got so excited, he was eating horse shit. Horse shit. Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden!

Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden!

Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden!

Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Eden! Like, I never thought I would say this, but we found the one guy who actually needs to eat Tide Pods. We found him. Congratulations, Eagles. -♪ February 3, 2020. From Comedy Central's World News headquarters in New York, this is The Daily Show with Trevor Moore.

Let's kick it off with the Super Bowl. Yesterday's big game was very exciting. Like, I don't know why they don't just make every football game the Super Bowl, you know? That way you get more people watching. And the best thing about it is, even if you don't like the sport, you're bound to find something else exciting.

And they have done it. Chiefs are Super Bowl champions. Superstar quarterback Patrick Mahomes leading the charge in a thrilling comeback, defeating the San Francisco 49ers. Mahomes making history at just 24 years old, becoming the youngest quarterback to be named Super Bowl MVP.

I'm going to Disney World. Shakira and Jennifer Lopez wowed the crowd, singing and dancing up a storm. There's one person though at the Super Bowl who wasn't that impressed. I saw this guy. One fan in the stands. We got a picture of this. This guy is out cold. A sports reporter caught him catching some z-series game.

He most likely, of course, paid a lot of money to score a seat. The average price for a Super Bowl ticket is close to seven grand. Okay, okay, okay. There are two ways to see this. Either you can be mad because this guy wasted a lot of money just to miss an incredible experience,

or you can see it as this dude bowling out so hard, he spent $7,000 just to take a nap. That's a serf. But seriously, how chaotic is this guy's life that he's like, I need to go to the Super Bowl just so I can have a quiet place to sleep. Like, how noisy is his home? He must have like 13 kids

and every one of them is Bernie Sanders. Dead, dead, dead. I can't find my toys. The DNC stole them from me. Dead, dead. But we're just kidding around. This guy is clearly dead. Dead! Dead! Dead! I can't find my toys! The DNC stole them from me! Dead! Dead!" But we're just kidding around. This guy is clearly dead. Now, um, the big moment from last night

that everyone was talking about, or raving about, rather, was J.Lo and Shakira. They killed it. They really killed it. Yeah. But... but some people were really pissed that J.Lo pulled out a stripper pole to do some moves. Now look, I understand some parents might be angry because there are kids who watch the game. So for all those parents,

just tell your kid J.Lo's a fireman. All right, problem solved. Right, and here's another thing. J.Lo spent months learning how to be a professional pole dancer for her movie Hustlers. Let me say something, if I spent that much time learning how to pole dance, I would be pole dancing every chance I get.

I don't care where I am, I would be doing it. I'd be in the subway like, -♪ Jump on it, let's do it. -♪ -♪ Pardon my poly. -♪ Whoo! Explore more shows from The Daily Show Podcast Universe by searching The Daily Show, wherever you get your podcasts. Watch The Daily Show weeknights at 11, 10 Central, on Comedy Central, and stream full episodes anytime on Paramount Plus.