I broke down and forced myself to watch the Superbowl
The game was great, a real nail biter. I was rooting for the 49ers because I used to live in N California, and the Sanctuary City Woke Warriors played brilliantly, but the Chiefs won fair and square,(albeit barely). Contrary to popular belief, I don’t hate sports, I’m just not obsessed by it. The Superbowl and the World Series are all the fix I need.
But the rest of the spectacle; the commercials, the halftime show, the “analysts”, the high tech visuals and splashy graphics, the whole process left me disoriented and baffled. And all framed by the glittering decadence of Las Vegas and the Swiftie Sideshow. It was like watching Saturday Night Live and remembering the old days. Where’s Belushi, Ackroyd, Curtin, Radner, Chase, Murray, Murphy? And all those hot musical guests?
I lived in the hysteria of Pittsburgh (The City of Champions) during the Stargell/Bradshaw era, when the Pirates and Steelers just couldn’t seem to lose, but I don’t remember it being like this.