Spectacularly hokey is the only word that can properly describe the Paul McCartney stage show. The climax of “Live and Let Die” was accompanied by more pyro effects than the climax of the James Bond film of the same name. Half the stadium was holding colored cards to spell out a “Na Na Na” logo at the end of “Hey Jude.” It doesn’t matter. McCartney has a legitimate claim as the best rock and roll songwriter ever, and his short greatest-hits set makes a pretty good argument in his favour.

The football game is still tied, too. I’d better pay attention.