* Cam Newton bites the dust. Humiliation. His comment last week “nobody’s seen a skill-set like mine” will live in infamy.
Cam threw sportsmanship into the trash, then the Broncos threw Can into the toilet. Say goodbye to the nutcase narcissist, Carolina.
Hardest hit: ESPN tries to incite a black power proxy race war on the field and it all blows up in their face! More layoffs to come, boys, and you know cable subscribers are pulling the plug after this game.
Defense wins Super Bowls.
* The most unapologetically black football team in history goes down in defeat to the most unambiguously white quarterback in the league.
Regardless of what you think about the game itself, every alt-righter should be feeling about two inches taller tonight.
* ESPN: Only line I could hear from Panthers quarterback Cam Newton was: “It was nothing special they did.” The player that smiled all week was sulking.
* I was shocked by how Denver shut Newton down. I’m still shocked. I was almost as sure Carolina would win as I am Jim Gilmore will lose the primary. And Denver won by 2 touchdowns and kept Carolina to 10 points. Stunning. I feel bad for Ron Rivera who seems like a good guy and is an outstanding coach. How do you come back of your Carolina next season? They dominated and had a near-perfect season until the final game, where they were shut down. Newton was a much better QB tonight than Manning, but the Denver defense was beyond belief.
* Boy, what a crappy Superbowl. Just the amount of stupid plays, especially by the Panthers, especially by Cam Newton, made it completely annoying to watch.
Cam Newton is the “new face of the NFL”? God help us.
Is anybody going to bring up how he pissed away any chance to get back in the game when he wouldn’t deign to go down to the ground to fight to recover his own goddamn fumble? Would asking that question be a microaggression — or even something bigger these days?
I was rooting for Denver — though certainly not my own team. But I could hardly enjoy the victory, because of so much idiocy and bad character on the way there.
* I used to say the same thing about gridiron, and I still don’t watch it that much, but I’ve found that it helps once you stop trying to map it onto other oval-ball sports like rugby. I grew up in Australia playing both versions of rugby, and for a long time I tried to understand NFL/CFL football through that template–and like you, found it utterly baffling.
In fact, American football is much more comparable to a war game or turn-based strategy game played with live pieces than it is to the rapid, free-flowing improvisation of the rugby codes. Players have to memorize a dizzying array of complex setpiece plays, each game tailored to the particular opponent and to the venue. Once the play starts, the quarterback has some ability to alter the approach, but he has to do so under the unbelievable cognitive load of tracking rapidly moving targets and looking for unplanned opportunities while huge armored men are bearing down upon him with the intent to do him harm. And once he lets fly, it’s in the hands of fate. Then the play stops and we get ready for another setpiece.
Having said that, I don’t so much mind the black-heavy team distribution–it’s what they’re good at, and you could argue it gives blacks some legitimate reasons for pride, compared to the illegitimate ones so common in their community–but I could really, really do without the ludicrous showboating and preening they do after every successful play, let alone touchdowns.
And did anyone actually enjoy yesterday’s halftime show?
* My second thought after watching Lady Gaga’s rendition of the Star-Spangled Banner was: “Did Trump just win?”
Like everyone else in the world, I was dreading the thought of her massacring the National Anthem. To my surprise and delight, what she delivered was dignified and beautiful. Her slow tempo emphasized the words, and she relied on the strength of her voice, with only a token use of those moronic fluctuations all the contemporary singers use. She was dressed glamorously, but tastefully.
Trump should use the performance in a commercial. A lot of people can’t envision him as president because of his past antics. But if Lady Gaga can clean up her act to do justice to the National Anthem, then why should it be hard to believe that Trump could deliver a serious turn as president?
* “On the other hand: the fact that a side effect of the White Death is constipation didn’t seem to cause the makers of a pill for opioid-induced constipation any worries about political reaction:”
What a very strange ad. It’s unbelievable that it features three very white-looking people having bathroom issues – the main guy, the guy coming out of the bathroom in the beginning, and the white woman with toilet paper attached to the bottom of her shoe at the end. Meanwhile, the many diverse people in the background seem to be getting along with their lives fine.
The Brave New World propaganda throughout the Super Bowl was pretty strong from what I saw (I didn’t see the whole thing) – the rainbow half-time that featured a disproportionate representation of black performers (though not surprising) and concluded with the smaltzy, pro-gay marriage message “Believe in Love”, many of the commercials that were pro-multiculturalism pro-globalization, or related to White Death, and I think some other things that I can’t remember
Stir up the American people to watch the Super Bowl and then use it as an opportunity to feed them propaganda.
* I found the “Opioid Induced Constipation” ad utterly appalling. Not the subject but the reason for it.
Back in the 90′s, a long-time heroin addict told me the drug is so constipating that some addicts use their fingers to claw out weeks worth of fecal matter from their bodies.
I’m guessing this ad is aimed at opiate addicts, in whatever form they ingest the opiates. Instead of encouraging addicts to deal with their addiction, this drug makes it easier for them to continue using.
Nice message to send, especially during one of the most-watched televised events of the year.
* I’m disappointed to see no commentary on the thinly veiled Beyonce nods to Black Panthers, Malcolm X, and black power militancy.
