Super Suds or Duds? By Gene W. Edwards. Posted 2/10/2024

I’m still predicting a San Francisco win tomorrow. Now I predict a score of 28 to 26, not 33 to 32. A two-point win is still quite exciting. Because of T. Sw. in attendance, the remaining tickets’ prices have skyrocketed! And Swiftie doesn’t even play football. Will she marry Kelsey Grammar, or whatever his name is? I get “No.” He’s just the next man on her list. He’s boyfriend #12 or #13. Eventually she’ll reach Super Bowl numbers? LIX? Man #59? This one still might last three years. Infatuations.

I don’t know her music but give her credit for an enormous P.R. and genius artistic presence. Now they’re trying to tie her into politics. She’s all about art, not politics. Leave her alone. Let her have her occasional say.

In the fall of this year, Trump drowns in legal cases . . . and life will go on — to Super Bowl LIX. The Super Bowl has been our only primo distraction from war and politics, inflation and Trump’s braggadocio. He keeps applying the stiletto but he’s running out of stilettos and they’re getting duller and duller.

In ancient times — Roman; Greek — two leaders would meet in battle as the sole representatives of two sides, two opposing countries or localities. They had swords, shields, lances, and those spikey maces. Can you see Trump and Biden contending? Biden is 81 and Trump is 77. For all practical purposes, they are birthday twins. Both are starting to lose it. Our political Super Bowl is ho hum. Which one will fall down first from carrying too much armament? The crowd is starting to drift off. Here we are in the…