This column is dedicated to some of the legendary managing editors that I have served under (Ulish Carter, Lou Ransom, Sonja Toler, Rob Taylor, Ashley Johnson and Sandy Hamm). If anyone was omitted, I am sorry, but I will soon be 72 and I still love and respect every one of you. Reminding the world of these former “Head Coaches” of the New Pittsburgh Courier is truly my Black History moment.)
According to the resident NFL prophets, soothsayers and resident know-it-alls, the Kansas City Chiefs versus the Philadelphia Eagles’ Super Bowl LIX game was to be nothing more than an exercise in futility for the upstart Eagles. Did someone forget to CC the email to the Eagles? Did Andy Reid, the resident Head Coaching God of the Chiefs, expect Eagles Head Coach Nick Sirianni and Vic Fangio, the Defensive Coordinator of the Eagles, to make a pilgrimage and lie prostrate at the altar in the “temple Reid” shrine in KC? Well if they did, the shrine was locked down and full of the KC faithful and Vic Fangio and the Eagles’ “guillotine defense” had other ideas. Fangio was not about to worship, pay homage to the image of Andy Reid that had already been chiseled on the summit of Mt. Saint Goodell. Also, the Eagles backflipped and snatched the “Injun Tomahawk Chop” weapon from the Chiefs that KC was attempting to use to clip the wings of the Eagles. However, the Eagles turned on KC and used that weapon to sacrifice the Chiefs on their own “altar of arrogance,” by the score of 40-22.
Many political and social messaging threads were woven into the fabric of the pregame, game, and postgame of Super Bowl LIX. I wanted to remain apolitical. However, by him attending this major public event, I have been given the artistic license to refer to Donald Trump throughout the remainder of this article as; “the man from orange” or (TMFO). TMFO mistakenly left the door slightly ajar and allowed me to release the “Kraken” of honest journalism onto the mainstream media.
TMFO tried but failed to use Super Bowl LIX as just another photo-op to bolster his archive of misinformation and deceit, and to “shoplift the spotlight,” but the Eagles stopped and detained him leaving Caesars Superdome in New Orleans for having stolen merchandise tucked inside of his jacket. Instead of standing on the field with confetti raining down on him celebrating a Chiefs victory, he slunk out of the back door like the skunk that he is, looking over his shoulder as he abandoned the Chiefs like he does all of the other “temporary friends” that he considers as “losers.”
This man should have given the Chiefs and their faithful a hefty discount on a few hundred thousand of his “TMFO Bibles.” Personally, I don’t think that Chiefs fans toting “his” Bibles to the game with them would have altered the outcome because the way that the Chiefs played, they needed “divine prevention” as opposed to “divine intervention.”
The attendance and support of the man that many of the Kansas City Chiefs coaches, players and a few of their spouses considered to be a “blessing” appears to have morphed into a curse. TMFO supported Chiefs QB Patrick Mahomes and his wife wholeheartedly. Anyone who witnessed the endorsement of Patrick Mahomes by TMFO should have taken a look at the “anti-DEI” scorecard of TMFO and immediately expressed concern, while at the same time catching the nearest jet to Las Vegas to bet on the Philadelphia Eagles. The world should have learned by now that anything or anyone that TMFO supports is going to end up a loser: because he strips, devalues or bankrupts anything that he touches, including our country. Also, by the way, there were so many “Black jobs” displayed as part of the Kendrick Lamar Super Bowl Halftime Show that it appeared as if the entrance by the crew from Compton may have irreparably damaged the mental faculties of TMFO if he was able to stomach sitting through that “Blacula” performance. TMFO was about to start a war of words but opted to prematurely exit the Caesars Superdome early and at warp speed. When that exit consumed too much time, someone allegedly overheard him saying, “Elon, Elon, I’m begging you; please beam me up.” By the way, How much did it cost taxpayers to use Air Force One, to transport TMFO to the game, along with U.S. Secret Service agents in tow? So much for cost-cutting; where are the agents from DOGE when you need them?
A lifelong coward such as TMFO shouldn’t even be allowed to have an opinion about football. Imagine TMFO performing as a wide receiver running across the middle of an NFL game, with a linebacker and free safety honing in on “target orange,” with their fangs dripping with blood. If that had happened there might be a few more Access Hollywood tapes floating around, but they wouldn’t be revealing mindless chatter about TMFO, “grabbing things” that are a sacred part of a woman’s body.
When a friend of mine texted me and said that one of his ex-relatives by marriage refused to finish watching the game after “Uncle ‘Sambo’ L. Jackson” (actor Samuel L. Jackson) delivered a politically aware monologue alongside Kendrick Lamar…
After that groundbreaking and inspiring performance, I cried a bucket full of tears of joy. That may probably be one of the few times during the next few years that many of us will not be crying tears of sorrow. I’ll bet my grandson Maurice’s last McDonald’s gift card that if a rapper is the featured act of the next Super Bowl, it will be Vanilla Ice or his equivalent.
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