The Hanging Shad’s ‘Apropos of Nothing’

The great Boston Globe sportswriter Nick Cafardo had an excellent column this weekend. It occurred to me I haven’t done my own version of ‘Apropos of Nothing’ in a while. It’s a collection of random thoughts and observations that sometimes is apropos of something.

1. I suspect Madonna is talented but I couldn’t tell from the Super Bowl half-time show. It was an over-the-top, contrived and over-produced spectacle. She can still “vogue” but that’s all I know. I do know her dancers are incredibly talented.

Her guest performers, Nicki Minaj, M.I.A. and Cee Lo Green were a curiosity at best. Minaj’s latest promotional single, “Stupid Hoe,” includes the lyrics, “Ice my wrist-es then I piss on bitches, You could suck my diznick, if you taking shizzes, You don’t like them disses, give my ass some kisses, Yeah they know what this is givin this some business.” Ah, Shakespeare! Nice choice NFL!

M.I.A. flipped off 111 million people. I am sure that’s a record. Check it out—it goes fast and it’s blurred (this is a family-friendly website as opposed to the Super Bowl entertainment).


And C. Lo Green looked like a reject from the original Star Wars bar scene. Yikes.

2. I have always been leery of cruise ships and have turned down the opportunity to go on a cruise a number of times. Gee, my mistake. Sign me up now! The only person relieved with the recent spate of problems with cruise ships is Joseph Hazelwood. “Land-Ho! Joe” was the captain of the Exxon Valdez. At least he stayed on the ship (he probably was busy trying to figure out while the ship was spinning—could have been the rocks, could have been the whiskey on-the-rocks). The captain of the ship-on-its-side, Francesco Schettino, says he tripped into the lifeboat and then it was too dark for him to return.

There have been other problems with other ships—cruise liners and others—throughout the world. Can’t we have these people take out a Boston Whaler for some practice before giving them the keys to the big boats?

3. Al Michaels and Chris Collinsworth—the guys calling the Super Bowl—are horrible. Michaels is still milking his “Do you believe in miracles?” call of the 1980 US Olympic hockey team to get prime spots. Collinsworth seems to be not even watching the game with his analysis. Give me Jim Nance and Phil Simms any day.