HUMP DAY
THE WEEKEND.
We’ve all had them right?
“Hey man, how was your weekend?”
“Oh man, it was THE WEEKEND!”
“Really? What did you do?”
“Man, I don’t even remember, but it was THE WEEKEND! I tell you what, I can’t take too many more weekends like that!”
Ain’t that the truth.
After last year’s half time show caused some of us to squirm in the presence of our wives and moms, including me, and had us reaching for the bag of Doritos (“Pass the Doritos Please”), this year’s just created great opportunities to head for the sink and clean up the air fryer after the chicken wings.
Last year, one young writer accused those that felt uncomfortable with the dancing of Shakira and Jennifer Lopez, of being racists. We were racists for feeling that way. It had absolutely nothing to do with being a sixteen-year-old boy watching the show with your mom or an old guy like me watching with my wife.
Of course not.
This year, however, I will probably be accused of being xenophobic.
For this year’s Super Bowl LV halftime show we had The Weeknd (not to be confused with those infamous week-ends discussed earlier.)
And I think it was fitting that the NFL chose “The Weeknd.”
Because in the NFL we have had “The Fridge.”
And in the NFL we have had “The Bus.”
So why not “The Weeknd?”
I have to admit I had never heard of the guy.
And hey, I apologize “ ’Nd” because after looking you up, you’ve done alright with big hits and even a being a Grammy Award winner.
But I don’t watch the Grammys and unless you made a cameo appearance on “Maine Cabin Masters” I probably wouldn’t know who you are.
But that’s irrelevant because the NFL knew who he was.
Though he is Canadian, he was definitely politically in the right lane, having canceled an appearance on Jimmy Kimmel Live in May of 2016 because a certain guy was present, and he is a large donor to the Black Lives Matter movement as well as Colin Kaepernick’s organization. And maybe it was a good bone to throw to Justin Trudeau for killing the pipeline.
So really, I think he was the best non-American the NFL could find to represent Americans in the now “Reunited States of America.”
He, and Bruce Springsteen in his Jeep of course, representing “The Middle.”
America’s Middle.
No more red, no more blue, only purple in the middle.
(And Bruce, put the top up man, you’re going to catch cold!)
Ah, but it’s just a game, with expensive commercials, with a big production in the middle.
It was all in fun and we needed that.
We laughed, we cheered, we ate, we drank maybe, and we cleaned the air fryers.
And when the clock finally ran out, age, wisdom, and experience prevailed and we had “The Winner.”
And now thank goodness, it’s Hump Day!
The Middle of the Work Week.
And I don’t know about you but I can’t wait for The Weeknd…I mean the Week-End.
Weekend.
Well, you know what I mean.
Have a good weekend.