Today is an unofficial holiday here in the Prozac Nation. Once again, it's time for that annual orgy of our dedication to the worship of Mammon, Political Correctness, and Trash Culture---all under the banner of supposedly reflecting America's traditional values. No, we're not talking about Christmas or Independence Day, although the description fits them too in Postmodern America. It's Super Bowl Sunday once again!
Basically what we have here is a 3-4 hour extravaganza where a bunch of millionaires who work for billionaires pretending to represent the highest and best of American athletics; although the outcome of the game probably has been decided already by the gambling syndicates. Hollywood and Madison Avenue will get to stage multi-million dollar productions and everyone will give homage to the latest Politically-Correct New Normal. Are sportscasters 'masked-up' this year? I have no idea.
Roughly 80 million people---about the same number as allegedly voted for Biden are going to watch the game, although inflated ticket prices and Scam-demic restrictions have reduced actual attendance to 25,000. And, just like the Election, the Ameroboobs will go away imagining that everything that happens today is fair, transparent, and totally in the public interest.
Now, I'm not against sports, nor even against paying players high salaries for what they do. I played football in high school and college and believe it was a positive thing. What I despise is what football---and sports in general---have become.
The first Super Bowl was played in 1967. It was the brainchild of then-NFL Commissioner Pete Rozelle. Rozelle was strictly a hustler who saw the economic potential of combining pro football with Mass Media and Mass Marketing. That, by its very nature, was going to mean pandering to the lowest common societal denominators. That, in turn, was at variance with the purpose of sports; striving for excellence, promoting fair competition, and elevating a sense of community. We all see which side won; and the quality gets lower and lower every year.
There are so many more important things to do today. Work on projects, or run errands while there are no crowds. Visit some family member or friend you haven't seen in awhile. Go out and enjoy nature. Me? The only bowl I'm thinking about is one full of ice cream that going to have on the sunny porch-front after I'm done writing today. 😇 Just about anything will make you feel a lot better than wasting time on this ridiculous Big Media spectacle.