I was lost yesterday. I have never missed a Super Bowl and spend the whole day watching the pre-game but yesterday I seemed to have fallen down a rabbit hole. I am from the generation of the NFL and AFL, Joe Namath, Ali, Hey Jude, and House of the Rising Sun. Billy Graham, Abraham, Martin and John, and American Women carried our torches. It was peace, love, and understanding, no war, and blacks in my dad’s Southern Baptist Church. It was The Way We Were. I finally started to understand when the game started. I know football. And then Bruce Springsteen did the best thing of the entire 7- or 8-hour program, the Re-United States of America and I felt like I was back on my home turf.
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