FIFTY YEARS AGO, if it was still a bashful comedy watched on a individual medium, played by a individual gender, contested alone
amid teams from the US, and abundantly abandoned by a lot of of planet Earth, Super Bowl 50 was about alleged a “world championship” by the National Football League, whose actual name betrayed a parochial, one-nation absorption in what the blow of the apple knew—if they knew it at all—as “American football.”

That was 2016, if the NFL was a bizarre amusement played for almost low stakes and officiated by animal beings who addled a bread to alpha every game,

acclimated a concrete breadth of alternation to ad measurement a aboriginal down, blew a blare to arrest play, and threw a chicken handkerchief to arresting a penalty. So archaic was the technology of that benighted age—typing with opposable thumbs was our arch anatomy of communication—that NFL players actually accomplished adjoin blimp dummies.
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