I have a confession to make, y'all… I do not care about Bad Bunny.
I am not a fan of Bad Bunny. I am not outraged by Bad Bunny. I simply do not care about Bad Bunny.
Yet, for the last three days, I can sort every social media post on my timeline into two distinct categories: 1) people bitching about Bad Bunny and 2) people bitching about people bitching about Bad Bunny.
Oh, and this guy translating his songs into English, which is actually pretty funny.
Anyway, I get why people weren't high on the halftime show this year — the anti-ICE, sitting-down-during-the-anthem stuff and all. And I'll be the first to tell you I've never listened to Bad Bunny's music nor do I plan to in the future. But I've seen people on X pearl-clutching about his explicit lyrics while also hyping up (noted wholesome, family-friendly musicians) Kid Rock and Nicki Minaj. And I know there are people on the Left pretending Sunday's halftime show was the greatest their eyeballs have ever seen just because they know the Right hated it.
It's all so exhausting. And I, for one, am ready to move on.
Let's face it. Every single year, a bunch of people love the halftime show, and a bunch of people hate it. That's how it's going to be until the end of Super Bowls. Unless we bring backthose reindeer ladies from 1958.
I've pretty much accepted that the halftime show is never going to be for me. Until they march King George Strait out there with an acoustic guitar and a Resistol, I'm just going to have to settle for whatever rap / hip-hop / pop spectacle Jay-Z has selected for me.
I've made peace with that. Besides, with all this fighting about the halftime show, we've lost sight of what's really important:
Ready for some Nightcaps? Let's get into it.
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