Watching the Super Bowl with My Football Bestie George Orwell

We've already lost. WRITTEN & ILLUSTRATED by PETER MOORE

I WAS OUT FOR BEERS LAST NIGHT with my friends Pat and Joyce, sharing the terrors of the our age. It’s just the thing to wash down with a pint of bitters.

My friends were married by the grace of their love for each other, and by the wisdom of Obergefell vs. Hodges, when the U.S. Supreme court decided that yes, human beings can decide who they love, thank you very much.

A breakthrough for the obvious!

Or maybe not, if Project 2025 becomes the law of the land.

After we discussed their fears for their lives and relationship In These Times, we moved on to the Super Bowl. Pat and Joyce won’t be watching, even though they love the game.

Or, at least the ads.

My friends caught wind of the NFL’s utter cave-in to one man who might be sitting in the owner’s suite at the Caesars Superdome. After wetting their collective pants, Roger Goodell & Company wiped the words “End Racism” from the end zones, and replaced them with “choose love” and “it takes all of us.”

I’m in favor of “love,” and even “all of us.” But really, NFL. Consider this slogan: “It takes balls”—to stand up to that short-fingered guy in the owner’s suite. God forbid his beady eyes should fall on words that make him squirm! Or challenge his conscience, if indeed he has one!

Of course, that’s what Substack is for: To provide me with a place to right wrongs and entertain y’all.

So I grabbed my iPencil and got busy, providing alternative playing-field designs to reflect the times we life in.

Scroll on for what the NFL should have painted on the the Superdome field, rather than tucking its tail and running.

1. State the obvious.

2. When in doubt, quote the Founding Fathers.

3. Acknowledge the participants.

4. While we’re at it: The Chiefs? Really?

5. Invoke George. No, that other George.

BONUS FOOTBALL FIELD, with zero knotty Constitutional issues. It’s about love, people, just love.

Let Travis propose, and Taylor dispose. It might be the only way he can avoid having a nasty song written about him.

Believe me, I wish that Travis/Taylor’s relationship was the most consequential thing on the line this Sunday. But we don’t live in that world.

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