The Super Bowl is nothing if not a mirror reflecting the shallow decadence of the American soul, a crumpled can of Monster Energy tossed to the shoulder of our lonely highway of shattered national pride. For a few sacred hours each year we set aside our political differences in shared love for puppies, shared hatred for Tom Brady, and an unceasing appetite for wings, be they chicken or other. But we’re really only here to talk about cereal, pirates, the Beastie Boys, and Nic Cage. Pour one of for your homies, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, and join us on the Mothership.

Change Your Damn Name Already, Kansas City Chiefs.


The Super Bowl is nothing if not a mirror reflecting the shallow decadence of the American soul, a crumpled can of Monster Energy tossed to the shoulder of our lonely highway of shattered national pride. For a few sacred hours each year we set aside our political differences in shared love for puppies, shared hatred for Tom Brady, and an unceasing appetite for wings, be they chicken or other. But we’re really only here to talk about cereal, pirates, the Beastie Boys, and Nic Cage. Pour one of for your homies, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, and join us on the Mothership.




 

 




















Further Reading



The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck on Goodreads

What is the What by Dave Eggers on Goodreads

A Long Walk to Water: Based on a True Story by Linda Sue Park on Goodreads

The Republic of Pirates: Being the True and Surprising Story of the Caribbean Pirates and the Man Who Brought Them Down by Colin Woodward on Goodreads

The Grape Nuts Shortage on CNN

Photo: Chuck Howley. Is he sexy?