Bad Bunny

I have never missed a Super Bowl.  The first one where I had a dog in the fight was the 1969 Super Bowl III, when Earl Morrall substituted for my hero Johnny Unitas and lost to the Jets and Joe Namath.  He was my second hero (I can remember going to Cherokee Hardware in Athens, TN, and buying my first pair of white cleats). Half-time shows were just marching bands like college games today.  They eventually became more interesting, hosting the Blues Brothers, The Rolling Stones, and the last one I can remember watching, Bruce Springsteen.                                                                                                                      Bad Bunny is not my thing, but I imagine if Taylor Swift or Lady Gaga (again, not my thing) played in Porta Rico, they would sing in English.   Morally,-- sexualizing the Super Bowl just seems wrong, and whatever is said,  I later saw pictures that looked like something I couldn't sit and watch with my granddaughters and grandsons.   I would be very uncomfortable, another thing I don't want to be while watching the Super Bowl.   There is no moral to this story, just how I feel           

The Bad Bunny of my day with all his and my pals.