The Super Bowl.
I post this blog at 2pm EST in the United States every day so the game will be played later. They still have all the memorabilia, merch and brain candy for the fans, and they are trotting out every old, concussed pioneer of the game they can find to take pictures with kids who don’t know their names.
But not to worry.
Most of them don’t remember their names either.
Life happens.
What Super Bowl meant to me growing up was black and white images of monstrous players on a small TV screen.
When I lived in England in the mid to late sixties, we had to wait an entire week before they could fly us a copy of the NFL Game of the Week tapes from the States.
In my twenties I was gambling so the images changed to aging cocktail waitresses pretending to like me and bringing me drinks all day (and night) in the Las Vegas casino sports books.
Win or lose, I always tipped well.
Because mama didn’t raise no cornpone.
I haven’t gambled in years, and the huge food spreads have long been replaced with, shall we say, more sensible snack and appetizer options?
Like we don’t have enough things causing division in this country…
Music has always been a sacrosanct arena, based on talent and not on ideologies.
Not anymore.
There’s no need at all for an alternate Super Bowl halftime show.
They already have one planned.
Granted, I do not plan on watching either of these halftime shows.
But not because of what the nationality or politics of the performers are.
Truth be told, I’ll probably be packing and smoking a couple bowls until the third quarter starts.
Also truth also be told, the halftime shows haven’t shown me squat since Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson endured a “wardrobe malfunction” in 2004. (I know, I know, I’m a pig).
Nowadays, it’s all lights, explosions, computer-generated graphics, and costumes.
No thanks.
You-know-who was forced to take down one of his racist posts on social media, and even his own party is disgusted. The post depicts the ex-president and former First Lady as simian creatures. Of course, that idiot White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt found a way to defend him with a straight face.
Every so often he slips up and lets the nation know exactly what he really thinks of the citizens he has taken an oath to serve.
No more plea deals for sex criminals.
Give them the choice of a fifty-year sentence with no possibility of early release.
Or castration.
Boom!
I did it again.
Here’s a real brain teaser for you:
What record in the recording industry does Taylor Swift NOT hold?
Unbelievable.
The headline says that Nicki Minaj fans are switching to the Republican party…
Both of them.
As self-appointed spokesperson for the male race (and I am sure, many females), I don’t think politics are the first thing that come to mind when looking at Nicki Minaj (Karen just read that over my shoulder and thumped me on the head).
Stay well.
