Well, the Seahawks did it! Congrats all around. From GM Schneider, to Coach Mike, to one-time castoff Sam Darnold, to the players who have nothing but love for their brothers and their fans, the 12s. As trite as it may be to say, it truly was “a team effort.”
But, truth to tell, the Seahawks, especially their defense, were so dominating that the game wasn’t all that exciting. Arguably the real “Super” games were the Hawks two wins against the Rams, and in particular, the 38-37 overtime win on their run to the playoffs.
The real highlight yesterday had to be Bad Bunny and a halftime show that was so full of life and joy that any mention of ICE would have been discordant — not to mention unnecessary. Bad Bunny swept through a sugar cane set of Puerto Rican street scenes that said it all: love wins.
And in that sense, the halftime show and the Hawks team were in perfect synch. Led by McDonald, who is at times awkwardly understated, but talked unabashedly about “loving his guys” and spoke of “servant leadership” — and he means it! — rhymed perfectly with Bad Bunny’s Jumbotron mantra, “The Only Thing More Powerful Than Hate is Love.” This was the antidote we needed.
Meanwhile, the mad king was off in some corner clacking out bile on Untruth Asocial.
A friend wrote recently to say that were he writing about Trump today the theme would be how what’s really going on is that Trump is terrified of death. “I would write,” wrote my pal who moonlights as a theater critic, “about how Trump is trying to deny death by building all of these monuments to himself.
“It reminds me of the king in Eugene Ionesco’s play, Exit the King. The king is painfully aware that he is dying, so he cries out:
“Oh, please make them all remember me! Make them weep and despair and perpetuate my memory in all their history books. Make everyone learn my life by heart. Make them all live it again. Let the schoolchildren and the scholars study nothing else but me, my kingdom, and my exploits. Let them burn all the other books, destroy all the statues, and set mine up in all the public squares.
“My portrait in every Ministry, my photograph in every office of every Town Hall… and in all the hospitals. Let every car and pushcart, flying ship, and steamplane be named after me. Make them forget all other captains and kings, poets, tenors, and philosophers, and fill every conscious mind with memories of me. Let them learn to read by spelling out my name. Let my likeness be on all the ikons, me on the millions of crosses in all our churches. Make them say Mass for me and let me be the Host. Let all the windows light up in the shape and color of my eyes. And the rivers trace my profile on the plains! Let them cry my name throughout eternity, and beg me and implore me.”
That about gets it, doesn’t it? But it won’t work. Bad Bunny has it right, “love is more powerful than hate.”
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Hear hear!
Senor Bunny’s halftime show mesmerized our watch party group of (mostly) well-aged Boomers who spoke no Spanish and didn’t even bother with captions in any language in order to focus on the music makers. We loved it. Spiteful comments from Trump just go to show how out of touch the guy is with reality and what real people care about.