There was a time in National Football League (NFL) history when the Super Bowl halftimes consisted of patriotic displays of marching bands that formed shapes of classic Americana such as an American Eagle in flight or the Liberty Bell complete with its crack. They were entertaining shows free of commercialization and political bloat, with stars like Broadway’s Carol Channing who belted out “When the Saints Go Marching In,” or orange juice star Anita Bryant singing “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” It was when Mickey Mouse might take center stage, surrounded by an explosion of floats, balloons, Disney characters and wholesome-looking dancers. It was quality family entertainment.
The 2016 Super Bowl halftime show in contrast was a cultural shock, an unwelcome party crasher that infiltrated many American screens with its tawdry political filth. It was the 50th Super Bowl, an event that happened to coincide with the 50th Anniversary of the formation of the Black Panthers, an anti-white group known for its oppression of women and violent involvement in cop killings. Conveniently, this Super Bowl halftime provided White House insider power couple Beyonce and her husband Jay-Z, huge supporters and funders of the Black Lives Matter movement, the perfect venue in which to tout their radical racist message to a global audience. In a bold display of anti-American Black Power solidarity, 34-year-old, wealthy, privileged Beyonce belted out a toned down version of her new politically charged anthem, “Formation,” singing her message of “Bama Blackness” to an audience who for the most part would rather focus on their Buffalo wings than her socialist garbage.
It was quite the show for our families to watch, especially when Beyonce herded her beret topped, boot stomping, Christmas Story-like black netted lamp legged Panther cattle into a huge X formation in tribute to 1960’s Muslim black rights leader, Malcolm X, and then boldly led the chubby lingerie netted legs into a mob formation where their outstretched arms, topped with clenched fists, reached up into the air in a celebrated act of black power….or were they just trying to turn the lights on?
Holy Christmas. In a fit of “battle of the lamp” nostalgia, all I wanted to do was grab a large dust mop and take a big swing at all those huge plastic looking netted legs and watch them come crashing down on the football field in a shattered heap, knowing I would never be asked to glue those legs back together again, not in our house.
It must be difficult for NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell to make good decisions when commanding a salary of $45 million from 32 over-inflated NFL owners who pay him an exorbitant salary to be their bondage-like guy who must serve two masters; perception and reality. Submissive Roger says he works for the NFL shield, the logo he says represents “the owners, coaches, players, millions of fans…the number of people who think about football.”
Any adult guy who admits to his fawning adoration of a football shield must know the time has come for us to inspect his rather old deflated leather balls in order to whip him back into the reality of what football is all about and who his NFL fan base is. Roger needs a wake-up call and must be reminded that his NFL corporation bleeds its American fans of billions of dollars in taxes that local governments pass on to the NFL in the form of stadium subsidies and tax breaks. Fans are paying Roger’s salary and therefore indirectly supporting his Beyonce Bowl subterfuge, a fact that does not sit well with the millions of Americans who for the last seven years have suffered great mental abuse from living under the leadership of a First and Second Lady who at every turn are promoting anti-American rhetoric and one sided displays of Marxist radicalism.
Reality check number one; while eating his morning ration of politically correct ‘Breakfast for Transgenders’ Wheaties, Roger should spend some introspective time contemplating the fact that football is a participatory sport, popular with our youth. For example, the Pop Warner Little Scholars, Inc is a non-profit organization that provides football, cheer and dance programs for 325,000 young people from ages 5 to 16 years old. Their mission? To enable young people to benefit from team sports and teach them fundamental values, skills and knowledge they will use throughout their lives, with particular emphasis on academic success.
This Pop Warner group is just one of many youth groups who tuned into Super Bowl 2016 to watch their sports idols play ball, but instead of viewing values, were treated to jaded views of star Panther quarterback Cam Newton refusing to put his hand over his heart during the National anthem, and watched while a barely dressed pop star danced the Black Panther polka. Surely this outrageous performance must have tugged at the heartstrings of our vulnerable youth, leaving them with insecure feelings of an America that has lost control of its culture and values!
Then to top off the racist drama of the Beyonce Bowl-O-BAMA, unpatriotic, privileged Cam Newton lost the game and in a fit of a sore loser runt-like rage, showed up at the press conference afterwards with his face barely visible through his ghetto-like black hoodie, ready to mouth staccato answers to questions, like a petulant wood pecker pecking out a deeper hole for himself.
But should we have expected more? After all, Cam is a product of the BAMA black that Beyonce’s Formation single and video is all about!
Last week, before the belligerent Beyonce Bowl even took place, Roger Goodell spoke with the media during his annual State of the League press conference and was asked whether he thought kids should play football in light of heightened concerns about concussions, an especially poignant question given that degenerative brain disease known as CTE has been discovered in 90 out of 94 posthumously donated brains from players.
Goodell answered the pointed question this way; “there’s no more risk in playing football than performing everyday tasks like sitting on the couch,” and then went on to say, “If I had a son, I’d love to have him play the game of football. I’d love him to play the game of football because of the values you get.”
Is that the same imaginary son that Obama keeps alluding to? The sons that both men conveniently do not have, the sons who will never actually play on a football field or be sent off to war?
Until Roger Goodell resigns or is fired, it will be best for fans to tune into future Super Bowls for just the first few minutes to catch a glimpse of our brave troops standing at attention in Afghanistan or somewhere else in the world, to hear a powerful rendition of our National Anthem, and to watch the impressive Air Force flyover formation.
Now that is a formation worth watching.
As if the NFL does not soak their fans enough from taxes and tickets, they have now blocked this and all videos of Lady Gaga singing the National Anthem. Par for the course.
Perhaps watching Cam Newton refusing to put his hand over his heart reveals too much about the NFL!