Tom Brady, TV's No. 1 jawbone, seeps out the stagnant charm during Fox's Super Bowl broadcast
The Super Bowl saw predictable questions about the live and off-court direction of big American games in the first few weeks. Can the Philadelphia Eagles neutralize Patrick Mahomes' golden arm? Will Travis Kelce commit abuse again on Kansas City Chief Andy Reid? How did the crowd respond to the live response of the first incumbent president to the Super Bowl? Headlines of the Halftime Show Will Kendrick Lamar use the big stage to learn more about Drake’s character? On Sunday night, Tom Brady's search for a successful conclusion of personality over the years will be successful, or will he keep the same screen board on the screen, his first at Fox's top football analyst Screaming mid-season?
However, as always, a bigger question hangs over these small speculations: Is there any benefit to this? As a game, as a spectacle, as the original demonstration of American creativity, will Super Bowl Lix drink juice?
OK, now we have the answer: No. This Super Bowl will be a non-physical game and a television failure that will be alive outside of Hawks fans for a long time. It's a Super Bowl, terrible on the galaxy, and even Donald Trump – who stood out in the game after years of cultural wars with the NFL, basically ending with the league's surrender , and cheered and displayed on the screen inside the Caesar Super Balloon – beating traffic left and right. Perhaps embarrassed by the most likely winner he chose before the game, the president withdrew from the building in halftime, conveniently missing out on the “political” performance Lamar showed during the halftime break.
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This is no less than the NFL decision, as it decides to avoid most differences with Trump. In the president's first administration, the coalition became an impossible bastion against the insensitive and hated magazine trend. There is a reversal now of course. This game comes after the NFL announced that the “ultimate racism” logo that has decorated the end zone in the past four Super Bowls will be replaced by “choose love” and the other end will “it takes over us all.” While the sign of “ultimate racism” (the response to post-George Floyd, the U.S. response to police brutality and outbreaks of racial injustice – may be merely a good performance, according to the preaching of the alternative to love, its alternative seems to be It's cynical, and seemingly cynical, hypocritical NFL's new embrace of the president, working to do the opposite. Choose love! Unless you happen to be trans, undocumented, foreign, free, progressive , members of the left, government workers, anyone who survives on food stamps or Medicaid, anyone who supports diversity, fairness and inclusion, anyone who believes in race, Gaza's cleanliness is bad, or anyone who doesn't vote for Trump The common man, in this case: womp-womp, cry tenacious cuck, you are now the enemy of the country.
All the Pompeii and traps of the Empire seem cheesy now in this clumsy superpower, and last night, the Trump-NFL Alliance did everything to prove how quickly things happened in this country . At night, the bad start of our fighter before the overpass before the game that no one in the Dome Stadium can see, is a fascinating metaphor, a fascinating metaphor among the chronically declining American stupidity. Jon Batiste sang the national anthem, a pleasant low-impact cabaret performance, like he was a hotel hall piano man setting the background mood for a group of afternoon business meetings . Trump personally avoided military service, and he paid tribute to the national anthem as if he was a veteran.
The president’s presence in the crowd always brings a strange energy to this game, and the feeling of breaking or tearing or not completely tearing last night. A hellish Trumpism mashup, Super Bowl's traditional wisdom and military fetish (the national anthem, flags and uniforms of super wealthy people, pre-match skybridge) and celebrity culture (Anne Hathaway) this Super Bowl chats with Adam Sandler, Kevin Costner absorbs in a conversation with Pete Davidson, which feels like Omen of Doomsday, It's a party that rings in the Apocalypse. Royals (Serena Williams, Taylor Swift), Tyrants (Trump, Gianni Ititino) and Chef Chefs of Chefs of Chefs with Cheese Steak (Bradley Cooper) can both get their hair in the former doomsday America: the new dei. Lamar is brave enough to try to inject his half-time performance into political critique, but the energy of the stadium seems to be Very low, and in the sly myopia of the night, the “information” may have been lost. Is this a sly comment on the decline of the United States in fascism? Maybe both.
On the court, Kansas City hopes are almost as fast as Jon Hamm's voice when he introduced the team to the team before the kickoff. Fox went out of his way to make the Chiefs' live dilemma go wrong with most of the big radio calls. The network's side elders and wise men's group seemed almost bored with their obligation to comment on the game, and Guru Mike Pereira was asked to see through various things When controversial decision-making is being held, he often seems to be asleep, which is his delay in replying. Meanwhile, Fox Scorebug (shows score, game time and progress on offensive teams) is the “Graphic Design is My Passion” meme, an ugly collection of painfully ugly giant boxes and messy data points that look it It is produced by a person's entire knowledge of visual culture, and it comes from the “Learning Photoshop” one afternoon in 1998.
But tonight, no matter what the influence of Trump, Mahomes or Lamar is always going to be one: Brady. Fox's No. 1 jaw pops up next to Kevin Burkhardt on Bourbon Street in Fox, wearing a shiny suit, Like a man who is about to sell a sofa, he exudes an empty smile. The star Fox Gameday duo had six months to work together throughout the night, but it still seemed strangers waiting for coffee while waiting for them, they had to exchange words and keep taking off their jackets , and then put them back again: Jackets were played on pre-game fragments for most of the second quarter, re-running the half-time analysis, resting again for some reason, and then the victory in the Hawks seemed to get After guaranteeing, we returned to our country to extend. What fun! This crazy series of meaningless costume changes visualizes some despair that now must be decided in their decision to spend $375 million and lock Brady as the leading gaming analyst for the next decade.
This is the biggest test in Brady's fledgling TV career, and the results are not pretty. Brady's early style here all comes with all his emerging signatures as a broadcaster: weird volume control; a compelling attempt (“$8 million in 30 seconds of advertising time, you need to save for it Lots of pennies!”); obvious statement (“The Chief would ask himself the question, ‘How do we find enough time for Patrick to throw some in the end?”); once their creators made it clear that they weren’t enough to be sensible Convincing knowledge content to justify their conclusions (“Patrick has a fear factor, and everyone in this building knows it, and everyone watching football knows it, I’m really interested… …”). Many of Brady's tossed to Pereira, which was caused by dissatisfaction with some on-field calls, a man's deflated tone who just missed the last of his favorite pizza One slice, in the local slice: like this. What do you think of Mike? ”
As Fox's Star Boy's nights get squeakier, turning to desperately silly anecdotes in the final quarter of the game, telling his own career as a champion player . It's impossible to feel a little regret for this guy: Despite being talented as a player, Brady has all the on-screen charms of stagnant waters and obviously never surpasses the ordinary broadcaster. But more sympathy should be left to American audiences, who will be forced to mute Brady's game for five seasons. The most people should go to Burkhardt and signal to the audience at home, and his pain was painful for the next nine years.
Nick Sirianni was wet in the Gatorade shower after two Hawks players promised, and Brady said monotonously: “That must be a sticky one! A mushy, sticky shower. But who cares?” This makes all the habitual grabs of the big man (what the hell does this comment increase the audience's appreciation for the action?), but inadvertently it's a neat summary of the night. Finally, “Who cares?” is probably the most appropriate epitaph for the most memorable Super Bowl in recent history. If the purpose of the TV sports is to keep viewers at home as if they were in the game, Fox won the master class last night.
But hey, at least we have to think of the seal as a seal.