That halftime show was the worst ooga booga jungle bongo shit I have ever seen. It was baaaad. Everyone I was watching the game with last night kept yelling at the TV for them to get back to KC getting assraped instead. Nobody liked it. People left the room, muted the TV, hit the head, anything to get away from whatever the hell that halftime show was.
So of course, Reddit is in overdrive trying to rewrite it as “Black excellence,” filled with double meanings and hidden political messages.
Bitch, people are watching the sportsball while something between half and completely drunk, waiting for cutaways to Taylor Swift’s cranky bitch face and Patrick Mahomes badly disguising his man tantrum. Nobody cares about your “Pulitzer Prize” winning artist and insisting autistically that Lamar is some kind of literary genius according to the authoritative bodies who decide such things only makes me doubt those bodies’ legitimacy, not my own eyes and ears.
People in the crowd at the stadium were visibly and audibly more engaged with the piped in “Take Me Home, Country Roads” and “Sweet Caroline” than they were with the halftime show.