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In a departure from my regular beat of politics, this week I have decided to add my commentary to the topic of the Super Bowl.

Not that football, or other professional sports have been devoid of politics over the past half a dozen years, but on Sunday, February 13^th, 2022, I watched my first pro football game in the past six years. To be clear, I have watched pro football since I as a kid and loved it right up to the point that politics became more important than the game I was watching. When over-paid elite athletes suddenly starting pissing and moaning about how oppressed they are, and started taking a knee during the National Anthem, I was done with them.

My Sunday afternoons, afternoons that were for decades devoted to watching game after game then became my time to go to channels higher up the dial in triple digits where I could always find Sunday afternoon old westerns or war movies. Sure, I seen all those movies countless times, but there was something about them that appealed to me more than multi-millionaires taking a knee.

Things are far different now than they were six years ago, and I was in for some culture shock.

To prepare for it, I watched “Crossfire Trail,” a 2001 Tom Selleck western before the game. I needed to get my mind right before watching the big game because I knew it was going to be weird. I was right, but I must admit to underestimating the weirdness.

First off, having been devoid of pro football for six years, I had NO IDEA that the Rams had a new stadium. That damned thing cost almost $6 BILLION dollars to build. I learned that during the run-up to kickoff. $6 BILLION dollars? When LA has a homeless issue the size of an emerging nation, they spent $6 BILLION bucks to build that stadium? They didn’t even put walls on it. They call it an indoor-outdoor facility. They want people attending the games to feel like they’re both indoors and outdoors at the same time.

That’s perfect for a deep blue city in a deep blue state that doesn’t know which bathroom they’re supposed to be using because so many people that live there tend or pretend to be both men and women at the same time.

The game, as I said before, was played on February 13^th, and the California mask mandate stipulates that you must wear a mask at all indoor events until February 15^th, but maybe only 10% of those attending the big game were masked up. That means that 90% of those attending the game regarded the new $6 BILLION dollar stadium as an OUTDOOR venue. While masks that don’t work are REQUIRED for EVERYONE who happen to be unvaxed in places of worship, and since the game is played on a Sunday and so many fans and players are praying for a win, it’s nearly impossible to tell why 90% of the people at the Super Bowl mass were there with their faces hanging out.

Many of those with their collective faces hanging out were, by the way, the same elite liberal celebrities who for the past two years have made public service propaganda telling everyone to wear a face diaper.

Next up on the weirdness scale for me were the players themselves. WHO WERE THOSE GUYS? The last time I saw Matthew Stafford he was playing for the hapless Detroit Lions, and the last time I saw Odell Beckham Jr., he was playing for the New York Giants. Other than those two, I had never heard the names of the rest of the Rams roster. As for the Tiggers, Joe Burrow’s name rang a bell because it wasn’t all that long ago I watched him play a college game, but who in THE hell were the rest of those guys? Now to be fair, I was familiar with the Bengals head coach because nearly a couple of decades ago, Zak Taylor was the quarterback for my hometown Nebraska Cornhuskers. I had no idea until just a few days before the Super Bowl that he had become the head coach of the Bengals.

So, there I sat, in front of the TV waiting for all the goofy crap to get out of the way so I could watch my since I was a kid favorite team, the Rams take on the Bengals when what to my wondering eyes should appear but Billie Jean King…DOING THE COIN TOSS? Why? She has never meant a damned thing to FOOTBALL. She is a has-been tennis player from the land before time. I suppose she was there to check off yet another identity politics box because she used to be a well-known lesbian, but she’s now a dried up OLD lesbian.

They couldn’t find a somewhat more moist, fresher lesbian who never had anything to do with football to handle the coin toss even if she has a reputation for being a bitch to work with? I mean, Ellen WAS there after all.

Heads you use the women’s bathroom, tails you use the men’s bathroom.

The first half of the game was honestly quite boring. Very little offense and plenty of defense and neither team looked very impressive. The only thing of note in the first half was that Odell Beckham Jr. got hurt, which left me with just one Ram that I had ever heard of on my once favorite team.

Halftime.

WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?

Let’s start with simple demographics. The black population is at most 13% of the American population, therefore, the Super Bowl XLVI halftime show was virtually tuned out by roughly 87% of the American audience. Of the potential 13% of the American population, the all black, with the exception of Marshall Mathers who is the Rachel Dolezel of rap music Pepsi sponsored halftime show was a fit for just the 59% of nonwhites who actually drink soda according to a survey done several years ago by statista.com.

Dr. Dre, who is actually less of a doctor than Jill Biden, Snoop Dogg, Mary J. Blige and sb Kendrick Lamar were this year’s performers, and I’m using the word “performers” rather loosely here. To be honest, I don’t care for rap crap and while I would have been better served by using the time to take the dogs for a walk so they could crap in the park, I watched a bunch of crotch grabbing rappers crap on the halftime festivities.

Even Mary J. Blige must have had a case of the crotch crickets because I saw her dig into that region a couple of times.By the way, 2 of the halftime performers are guilty of cultural appropriation that should get them on the cancel culture radar – Mary J Blige for her blonde hair, and Eminem for his black music.

I know there will be some out there who try to make this into a race thing, but I like what I like and skin color has nothing whatsoever to do with my musical tastes. MUSIC has EVERYTHING to do with my musical tastes and I prefer MUSIC over NOISE. Make MUSIC and regardless of your skin, there’s a good chance I’ll like it. Take Prince as an example. He put on one hell of a halftime show in the pouring rain back in the day and that guy was a true artist. Most rappers are “artists” in the same way Hunter Biden is an “artist.”

I’m not the one slinging racial crap all over the place calling black people “coons,” that’s Snoop Dogg’s thing. He’s the racist who called black Conservatives like Candice Owens, Ben Carson, Herman Cain, Terrence K. Williams and others the “Coon Bunch.” I’ll take Purple Rain over T-Pain every day of the week and twice on Super Bowl Sunday and when it comes to the use of the “N” word, well…

Rap music has always had the corner on that market, but the best thing about a halftime show is…if you don’t like it, there is nobody forcing you to watch it. Don’t act offended by something you didn’t have to see.

The second half of the black history month Super Bowl was almost as bland as the first half up until there were only 6 minutes and 13 seconds left in the game. That’s when the team I was for did something they haldn’t done all day. The Rams mounted a 79 yard, 15 play drive that ended in a game-winning touchdown with just 1 minute 25 seconds left on the clock. After a defensive stand by the Rams shut down the Tiggers on a desperation 4^th down fling by the only guy I knew on that team, Joe Burrow, the Rams walked away with a 23-20 victory, but that’s not exactly where the story ended.

As I said, this was the black history month Super Bowl, right down to the halftime noise, but because of the obvious lack of luster by the Rams offense, they had to settle on giving the Most Valuable Player award to Cooper Kupp, a white Rams receiver who had done virtually nothing until those last 6 minutes and 13 seconds. Personally, I think Aaron Donald and/or Ernest Jones, a couple of forces of nature from the Rams defense did more to win that game than anybody and either or both of them should have been recognized in some major way but handing that award to a  guy who’s whiter than Eminem and Michael Jackson put together  ain’t gonna sit well in the hood.

So, that’s my take on the Super Bowl, the first pro football game I’ve watched in the past six years, but that begs the question…will I start watching pro football again next year?

Honestly, I’m not sure. Maybe. I mean since not even a single player took a knee during the National Anthem, maybe my six year boycott actually made a difference. Let’s be honest here, I’m sure next year some of those over paid oppressed multi-millionaires will once again be protesting. I’ll wait and see what next season brings. One thing is certain however, whether or not I watch games on Sunday afternoons in the future depends a great deal on whether or not there’s a good John Wayne, Jimmy Stewart and Tom Selleck movie on one of the upper three digit channels at game time.

After all…I do like cowboys on horses a good deal more than I like horse’s asses on a football field.

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