Okay, I know, but this is also political (she said piously). Dave Roth at Vice Sports on the ultimate in Superbowl-related piggish ignorance:
… Mistakes like this make experts out of everyone, and the NFL in particular has a way of bringing out the barstool expertise in our least expert humans. But while Twitter was unsurprisingly awash in scalding-hot certitude after the Seahawks overthought their way out of a Super Bowl win, something was missing. Something somehow even more valueless than all the other definitionally without-value takes on the most obviously duffed playcall of this Super Bowl. There was not yet a take that was both pandering enough and luxurious enough to bring this mistake into focus. Luckily for all of us, America’s most inessential public figure—a boiled ham that owns several troubled casinos, a lacquered pink doof who has chastised Gary Busey on television—was also watching the Super Bowl. Luckily for all of us, Donald Trump deigned to rise from his extremely exclusive and very popular sofa made of premium caviar to deliver the single hottest take on Super Bowl XLIX’s pivotal play.
It must have been President Obama that called in what will go down as the DUMBEST PLAY IN THE HISTORY OF FOOTBALL. Same thought process!
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) February 2, 2015
(Why am I doing this to you? Because I have to go out and shovel approximately 14″ of new drifting snow, even though it’s still coming down, since the Spousal Unit has convinced himself it can’t wait till morning and I want to be where I can keep an eye on him. If I suddenly disappear from the blog, either one of us has had a coronary incident, or for once the Blogmaster decided to read one of my posts before bigfooting it… )
ETA: Aaaaand we’re done (for the night).
For the record, we’ve been lucky so far this winter… it’s nice light fluffy snow; the snowplow guy showed up to clear the driveway; the Spousal Unit bought a new electric snowblower to deal with the walkways; so I only had to deal with the front steps, the top of the car, the back steps, dig out a three-foot-square dog toilet at the base of the back steps, and another smaller square around the gas vent. People are much worse off in, say, Chicago. But if you trust the tv weatherpeople, we’ve still gotten a whole winter’s worth of snow in the last ten days, and it’s given me more aerobic exercise than I wanted.