Behold, the Super Bowl, an in-your-face measuring stick for the cultural decline of this once great country.
Today is the 60th installment of this NFL championship game, or LX if you opt for the pompous Roman numeral ordering system preferred by the league.
Like most 60-year-olds, the Super Bowl is showing its age, most evident by the pronounced leftward lurch by the league and this, its marquee game.
As most socialists/leftists, the NFL conveniently puts its ideological bent on the shelf when it comes to making money.
Sure, they preach that it takes all of us and to choose love, even as they dishonor our Flag and embrace just about any fringe left cause. Mostly, the league, its owners and its players, all grub for money. What do they want? More!
The league exists only due to an anti-trust exemption that allows this closed club of socialists to negotiate TV rights collectively.
They ought to have that message displayed on helmets, or stenciled around the edges of the playing field, maybe even at mid-field for additional prominence.
The smug, arrogant types who run the NFL see you as a captive audience, willing to endure their indoctrination in order to watch a few seconds of actual live action between those interminable commercial breaks.
Their television “partners” enable them with ever higher rights fees, which translate to 30-second spots on this year’s Super Bowl broadcast going for a cool $10 million.
According to a story on SI.com, the cheapest ticket to the game on Ticketmaster is $3,600. Some tickets earlier in the week were going for more than $50,000.
Forget Choose Love, Choose Greed!
The NFL is no different in its blatant hypocrisy than the perpetually adolescent songstress who co-opted a recent awards show to declare no one is illegal on stolen land. She had no such pithy observation regarding her mansion being located on what one Native American tribe denoted as stolen land, nor could she explain the gates, walls and other security she has in place to protect her bit of stolen land.
Did anyone else notice this twit seemed to be dressing for a costume party with her playing the part of Wednesday Addams?
Maybe “Wednesday” can make a guest appearance at the halftime show, the annual Wokefest the NFL inflicts on the country, alienating more than half of the audience if election results are to be believed.
If you squint hard, there actually is a football game somewhere amidst this morass of virtue signaling and political correctness.
It is somehow fitting that this Super Bowl is being contested in the aftermath of the pompous Hall of Fame electors opting not to select the game’s most successful coach in terms of winning these things – Bill Belichick – and team owner Robert Kraft, for Hall induction.
That says more about this pathetic exercise in political BS than having some wild hare singer doing the halftime show. I plan on tuning in the alternative halftime show.
During what little I will watch of today’s game, I will be rooting for New England, hoping the Patriots can stick it up the NFL’s pompous butts with a win. Alas, I expect Seattle to prevail.
And what better outcome to celebrate the NFL’s political bent than to have the title won by team representing a city of crazed leftists?
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